Charade chords

an[C#m]other day, I paint [A]on a face that [E]they expect to [B/D#]see
It's n[C#m]ot all I want, but it's a[A]ll I've got to m[E]ake this world bel[B]ieve
[A]Nothings wrong with me
I'm an a[C#m]rtist of em[A]otion, a ma[E]ster of dece[B]it
and the[C#m] many faces I[A] portray are n[E]othing at all like [B]me
[A]how I long to be free

f[B]rom this, n[E]ever ending[A] maze, oh my he[C#m]ads in a d[B]aze every time I thi[A]nk
in this ov[B]er played ch[E]arade, oh[A] my h[C#m]earts gonna f[B]ade and I can't go [A]on

it's a [C#m]tug of war each mo[A]ment to h[E]ide this pain [B]inside
but to o[C#m]pen up, and s[A]pill this cup of feeli[E]ngs that I hid[B]e
but w[A]hat would people think, what would people say
[B]when hear the truth, will they turn and run away
will they t[E]hrow a stone, or lend a shoulder to lean o[B]n

it's not [C#m]fair, I can't take this anym[A]ore
oh these t[E]ears, are drifting me from sh[A]ore
is there h[C#m]ope for someone just like m[A]e'
then I h[D]ear a voice inside me say[A] , "I can set you fr[B]ee".

[B]From this, nev[E]er ending m[A]aze, I will[C#m] be your str[B]ength
If you let [A]me in
S[B]o just, take m[C#m]y hand and [A]see, if you fo[B]llow me, you can be fr[A]ee