You made me olde[G]r than my ye[D]ars[F#m][D] I am [G]young [A]and barely [D]grown [G]And when I [D]cry, I [F#m]cry your [D]tears for I [G]have no [A]life of my [D]own. [A]Why don't you [D]write me some[G] candle[D]light [G]and wear your [D]heart of [A]gold? [A]and I will [D]wear these [G]Aching, heartbreaking [A]years [A]'Til one d[D]ay I[G]...