Am, F, C, G, vol.1 - The Ultimate Mashup

I'm tired of being what you want me to be,
feeling so faithless lost under the surface.
Don't know what you're expecting of me,
put under the pressure, of walking in your shoes.
Every step I take is another mistake to you.

If you're going to San Francisco,
be sure to wear, some flowers in your hair.
If you're going to San Francisco,
you're gonna meet, some gentle people there.

Can't read my, can't read my.
No he can't read my poker face.
(C'mon Barby, let's go party!)
Can't read my, can't read my.
No he can't read my poker face.
(C'mon Barby, let's go party!)

I've become so numb.
I can't feel you there.
I've become so tired, so much more aware.
I've becoming this all I want to do.
Is be more like me and be less like...

I thought that I've been hurt before.
But no one's ever left me quite this sore.

I belong with you, you belong with me,
you're my sweetheart.

Uh oooh oh oooh oooh...

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe.
I'm shaking, falling onto my knees.
And now that I'm without your kisses,
I'll be needing stitches.

I'm holding on your rope,
got me ten feet off the ground.
I'm hearing what you say,
but I just can't make a sound.

If you're going to San Francisco...

Can't read my, can't read my.
No he can't read my poker face.
(C'mon Barby, let's go party!)
Can't read my, can't read my.
No he can't read my poker face.
(C'mon Barby, let's go party!)