Verse 1:


            
No sir, well I

              
 don't wanna b

              
e the blame, n

   
ot anymore.
             
It's your turn

             
, so take a se

              
at we're settl

        
ing the final 

score.
             
And why do we 

           
like to hurt s

  
o much?

             
I can't decide

             
. You have mad

              
e it harder ju

      
st to go on.
             
And why, all t

             
he possibiliti

             
es where I was

 
 wrong.


Chorus:


             
That's what yo

              
u get when you

             
 let your hear

            
t win, whoa-oo

  
h-whoa
             
That's what yo

              
u get when you

             
 let your hear

            
t win, whoa-oh

 
-whoa-oh
            
I drowned out 

             
all my sense w

             
ith the sound 

       
of its beating

.
             
And that's wha

              
t you get when

             
 you let your 

            
heart win, who

     
a-oh-whoaaa


Verse 2:


            
I wonder, how 

              
am I supposed 

             
to feel when y

ou're not here

.
             
'Cause I burne

             
d every bridge

              
 I ever built 

    
when you were 

here.
            
I still try ho

              
lding onto sil

             
ly things, I n

     
ever learn.
            
Oh why, all th

              
e possibilitie

             
s I'm sure you

    
've heard.


Chorus:


             
That's what yo

              
u get when you

             
 let your hear

            
t win, whoa-oo

  
h-whoa
             
That's what yo

              
u get when you

             
 let your hear

            
t win, whoa-oh

 
-whoa-oh
            
I drowned out 

             
all my sense w

             
ith the sound 

       
of its beating

.
             
And that's wha

              
t you get when

             
 you let your 

            
heart win, who

     
a-oh-whoaaa


Bridge:


            
Pain make your

            
 way to me, to

 
 me.
            
And I'll alway

            
s be just so i

   
nviting.
           
If I ever star

          
t to think str

aight,
            
This heart wil

             
l start a riot

    
 in me,
           
Let's start, s

tart, hey!

           
Why do we like

           
 to hurt so mu

ch?
           
Oh why do we l

             
ike to hurt so

 
 much?

That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa.