C                                  Am
I never really cared too much about my teacher
 G                            Am
I guess she never cared about me
C                                     Am
Looking back i never had that much to offer
 G                                Am
What you saw is what you got from me

C                                Am
Ive always had this thing about acceptance
G                         Am
All the lectures that we overcome
 C                                Am
Taking hold of the demise of my existance
G                           Am
I wont be locked up in this uniform

[Chorus]
Am            G
Hiding in my sanctuary,
                      Am
running from the lost boys
                       G
In the alcoves of the halls
                       Am
Penning down my inner voice

[Verse]
 C                                     Am
I suppose i should have listened to my mother
 G               Am
She never criticised
 C                                    Am
Even so i could have done without the bother
G                              Am
Humiliations and the whispered lies

C                                      Am
Im still haunted by the thoughts of my redemption
 G                      Am
Imotions have a hold on me
C                             Am
All i want is something to believe in
 G                        Am
And someone to believe in me

[Chorus]
 Am            G
Hiding in my sanctuary
                      Am
Running from the lost boys
                       G
In the alcoves of the halls
                        Am
Tell me can you hear my voice
 G                       Am
Tell me can you hear my voice