Yeah.

(E)This is not the end, this is not the be gin ning, just a voice like a ri ot, rock ing ev ’ry re vi sion.

But you lis ten to the tone and the vi o lent rhy thm and though the words sound stea dy, some thing emp ty’s with in ’em.

We say “yeah,” with fists fly ing up in the air, like we’re hold ing on to some thing that’s in vis i ble there.

’Cause we’re liv ing at the mer cy of the pain and the fear un til we dead it, for get it, let it all dis ap pear, yeah.

Wait ing for the end to come,

wish ing I had (F#m)strength to stand,

this is not what I had planned,

it’s out of my con trol.

Fly ing at the speed of light,

thoughts were spin ning (F#m)in my head,

so man y things were left un said,

it’s hard to let you go.

I know what it takes to move on,

I know how it feels to lie.

All I want to do is trade this life for some thing new, (C#m7)hold ing on to what I have n’t got.

Sit ting in an emp ty room,

try ing to for (F#m)get the past,

so this was nev er meant to last,

I wish it was n’t so.

I know what it takes to move on,

I know how it feels to lie.

All I want to do is trade this life for some thing new, (C#m7)hold ing on to what I have n’t got.

got.

Yeah, yeah.

What was left when that fi re was gone, I thought it felt right, but that right was wrong.

All caught up in the eye of the storm and try’n’ to fi gure out what it’s like mov ing on.

And I don’t e ven know what kind of things I said, my mouth kept mov ing and my mind went dead.

I’m pick ing up those piec es, now where to be gin?

The hard est part of end ing is start ing a gain.

All I want to do is trade this life for some thing new, (C#m7)hold ing on to what I have n’t got.

(E)This is not the end, this is just the be gin ning, just a voice like a ri ot, rock ing ev ’ry re vi sion.

But you (C#m7)lis ten to the tone and the vi o lent rhy thm and though the words sound stea dy, some thing emp ty’s with in ’em.

We say (E)“yeah,” with fists fly ing up in the air, like we’re hold ing on to some thing that’s in vis i ble there.

’Cause we’re (C#m7)liv ing at the mer cy of the pain and the fear un til we dead it, for get it, let it all dis ap pear,