Tom: A A C#m A C#m You seem to find the dark, when everything is bright A C#m G F#m You look for all that's wrong, instead of all that's right A C#m A C#m Does it feel good to you? To rain on my parade A C#m G F#m You never say a word, unless it's to complain... G D It's driving me insane A E G D If I Were You, holding the world right in my hands. A E G D The first thing I'd do, is thank the stars for all that I am... A If I Were You