Kunci Ukulele twenty one pilots – Forest Versi 1

^BbI don'^Ft know why I^Dm feed on ^Cemotion ^BbThere's a stomach ^Finside my brain^{Dm C Bb}I don't want^F to be heard ^DmI want to b^Ce listened to ^BbDoes it bother^F anyone els^Dme That someone^C else has your name?^{Bb F} Oh, ^Dmdoes it bother^C anyone else^Bb That someon^Fe else has your n^Dmame, your na^Cme

^FI scream, ^Cyou scream We a^Dmll scream 'cause w^Bbe're terri^Gmfied Of ^Bbwhat's around the ^Ccorner ^FWe stay in ^Cplace ?Cause we d^Dmon't want to ^Bblose our ^Gmlives So let's ^Bbthink of something ^Cbetter.

^BbDown in the^F forest ^Dmwe'll sing ^Ca Chorus ^BbOne that ever^Fybody ^Dmknows^{C Bb}Hands held^F higher, ^Dmwe'll be^C on fire ^BbSinging songs^F that nobody ^Dmwrote^C.

^BbMy brain^F has given up ^DmWhite flags are^C hoisted ^BbI took some^F food for thought ^DmIt might be^C poisoned ^BbThe stomach^F in my brain ^DmThrows up on^C to the page ^BbDoes it bother^F anyone else^Dm That someone^C else has your^Bb name?^{F Dm} Does it bother^C anyone el^Bbse That someone el^Fse has you^Dmr nam^Ce?

^FI scream, ^Cyou scream We a^Dmll scream 'cause w^Bbe're terri^Gmfied Of ^Bbwhat's around the ^Ccorner ^FWe stay in ^Cplace ?Cause we d^Dmon't want to ^Bblose our ^Gmlives So let's ^Bbthink of something ^Cbetter.

^BbDown in the^F forest ^Dmwe'll sing ^Ca Chorus ^BbOne that ever^Fybody ^Dmknows^{C Bb}Hands held^F higher, ^Dmwe'll be^C on fire ^BbSinging songs^F that nobody ^Dmwrote^C.

Quickly^Dm moving towards a storm Moving forward, torn In to pieces over reasons Of what these storms are for ^CI don't understand why everything I adore Takes a different form when I squint my eyes Have you ^Fever done that When you squint your eyes And your eyelashes make it look a little not right And then when ^Bbjust enough light Comes from just the right side And you find you're not who you're suppose to be? ^DmThis is not what you're suppose to see Please, remember me? I am suppose to be King o^Cf a kingdom or swinging on a swing Something happened to my imagination This situation's ^Fbecoming dire My treehouse is on fire And for some reason I smell gas on my hands ^BbThis is not what I had planned This is not what I had planned.

^BbDown in the^F forest^{Dm C Bb}We'll sing^F a Chorus^{Dm C Bb}Hands held^F higher, ^Dmwe'll be^C on fire ^BbSinging songs^F that nobody ^Dmwrote^C.

^BbDown in the^F forest ^Dmwe'll sing ^Ca Chorus ^BbOne that ever^Fybody ^Dmknows^{C Bb}Hands held^F higher, ^Dmwe'll be^C on fire ^BbSinging songs^F that nobody ^Dmwrote^C.

^BbHands held ^Fhigher ^{Dm C Bb}We'll be on^F fire^{Dm C Bb}Hands held ^Fhigher ^{Dm C Bb}We'll be on^F fire^{Dm C}