[C] Some days, I look in the [F] mirror and I think
The [Am] meanest things, all the [F] meanest things
[C] Some days, I'm holding my [F] self-worth up
By a [Am] string, a [F] string
But [G] every day that I [Am] don't hide [F] myself away
To [Dm] me, is a [F] tiny victory [C]
[C] Some days, it feels like a [F] wrecking ball swinging
Through my [Am] ribcage, my [F] ribcage
[C] Some nights I'm just a [F] million broken pieces [Am] singin'
On a [F] stage
I'm a [G] little more broken [Am] open, but a [F] little more [Dm] free
And that's a [F] tiny victory [C]
And if [G] battles can [Am] win a war [F]
I can keep [F] picking my sword up off the [G] floor
And [F] learn to treasure these
Tiny [C] victorie[F] s, tiny [Am] victorie[F] s
[C] Some days, givin' up on [F] myself looks so
So [Am] easy to do, it's so [F] easy to do
[C] The struggle is slow, I'm barely [F] movin' the needle
And the [Am] cracks may be few, but there's [F] light coming through
And if [G] battles can [Am] win a war [F]
I can keep [F] picking my sword up off the [G] floor
And [F] learn to treasure these
Tiny [C] victorie[F] s, tiny [Am] victorie[F] s
Tiny [C] [F] victories, tiny [Am] victories [F]
[G] Every day that I [Am] don't hide [F] myself away
[G] Every day that I [Am] don't hide [F] myself away
To [Dm] me, is a [F] tiny victory [C]
