Little Things

if I could go anywhere i would go

down where my soul is empty

so I wouldnt bare the weight of you

if I could be anything

I'd be a bird with wooden wings

I wouldn't fly

but I wouldn't break

Chorus:

oh oh oh

its these little things

you are gone

and now i'm free

I can do anything

there's pretty flowers on the table

there is smoke coming out of my mouth

its blowing out

the window now

if I keep pushing them all away

I'll have nothing left to say

I'll be a blank, a blank page

but when depression

it gets in me

it's makes it so I can barely speak

and I can't say

hey come back please

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