F       Dm 
Oh little girl they just don't know  
                            F           Dm 
About the weight you carry in your soul  
                               Bb 
They just don't know about the fright  
                                    C 
About the people and the things you like  

                               F     Dm 
You know you've got nothing to prove  
                               F     Dm 
The conversations borderline on rude  
                           Bb  
And by the time you've had enough  
C 
How do you tell the one you love?  

F 

                           Bb                          C   
He'll never know about the times that you cried in the movies  
                     Bb                          C 
Never know about the times that you cried to the music  
           Bb                                                   C  
About your mother or your father or the way you got your broken heart  
                                       
And just a look could be the start  

F  Dm  F  Dm Bb  C  

                          F     Dm 
Oh no no no it's not your style  
                                          F      Dm 
Why should you have to feel like your own child?  
                    Bb       
I wonder if he is impressed  
                             C 
Should I have worn the other dress?  

                              F         Dm 
You'd never had a doubt about yourself  
                                         F     Dm 
Why should you take it then from someone else?  
                         Bb 
And if by now he doesn't see  
C 
Maybe it wasn't meant to be  

                           Bb                          C 
He'll never know about the times that you cried in the movies  
                     Bb                          C         
Never know about the times that you cried to the music  
            Bb                                                         C 
He'll never know about the feelings that you've had about him from the start  

Bb  C  Bb  C  Bb  Bb  C  (2x) 

                           Bb                          C    
He'll never know about the times that you cried in the bedroom  
          Bb                          C           
About the times that you cried in the classroom  
           Bb                                                   C  
About your mother or your father or the way you got your broken heart  

When just a look could be the start 

F   Dm  F  Dm  Bb  C F