Is it my turn to (G)wish you were ly ing here?

I did n’t a dream you when I’m (F)not sleep ing.

Is it my turn to (G)fic tion ize my world or e ven i (A)mag ine your e mo (F#m)tions, tell my self (F)an y thing.

Is it my turn to (G)hold you by your hands,

tell you “I love you” and you (F)not hear (G)me?

Is it my turn to (G)to tal ly un der stand, to watch you (A)walk out of my (F#m)life and not do a (G7sus)damn thing,

Whoa, ho.

If I have to give a way ev ’ry (G)feel ing that I feel,

if I have to sac ri fice, what (F)ev er, babe, (G)what ev er, ba by, if I have to take a part (G)all that I am, if there’s (Em)an y thing that I would not do, I’d die with out you.

I care, ba by.

I’d die with out you.

I’d die with out you.

Oh, I’ll a pol o gize for (G)all the things I’ve done,

but now, I’m un der wa ter and I’m drown (G)ing, oh.

Is it my turn to (G)be the one to cry?

Is n’t it a (A)maz ing how some (F#m7)things com plete ly (G7sus)turn a round.

So, take (D)ev ’ry lit tle piece of my (A)heart,

take ev ’ry (G)lit tle piece of my (A)soul,

take ev ’ry (D)lit tle bit ty piece of my (A)mind

’cause if you’re (F)gone,

an swer:

I’d (CN.C.)die with out you.

I’d die with out you.

I’d die with out you.

I’d die with out you.

I’d die with out you.