Unhappy

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A slow country song I play it acoustically
I FEEL UNHAPPY
By
Chris Perdue

D A
A little girl carrys her backpack to school,
G D A
Wearing a sweater although it’s 82.
Like the bruises her pain she hides.
From the world with a smile she lies.
G A
She keeps quiet and holds the pain inside.
D A
And everynight in bed she cries.
A D G
She says it must be my fault though I don’t know why.
A D
I need to work harder I must try.
D G
To make them love me
G A D
To make them hold me
G A D
I feel unhappy

A month went by her life went from bad to worse.
Till her daddy hit her so hard she could not feel the hurt.
She heard her momma screamin at her sleeping head.
Blaming her for her ruined life not knowing if she was dead.
G D A
And she dreamed, and she dreamed, and she dreamed, she dreamed.

It must be my fault no one loves me anymore.
I can’t be a good girl momma don’t love me anymore.
I need someone to love me.
Please somebody just hold me
Now I feel so unhappy.
G A D
There in that moment everything changed.
In that hospital she would never again feel pain.
And I can still hear here last words to me.
Two months later she said I finally see.

It was never my fault now I know why.
God had a plan my new dad and mommy was nearby.
A daddy who loves me and a momma who cares.
Now I feel happy.
Now I know what it’s like to be happy.