Little Things by Empty Space

Little Things:

It’s the little things that kill they say

All builds up and gets in the way

Makes me want to stop my day

A sapling I am I bend and sway

So bury me with my problems

Corrupt my roots while I nourish them

This discontent won't be my end

Though it is here again and again


It’s like rocks in the ocean

It’s all sand eventually

Going with the motion

To the bottom of the sea

And surfacing at waters end

Built into new forms

Make castles with friends

Before the next storm

And I start over again

From the beginning anew

I have myself to mend

What can I do

I get through these things

I talk simple and plain

It doesn't have to be complicated

When I get frustrated


I, won’t rot away

My will still stays

I, begin to see

Why I still believe

I, try to control myself

With this self help

I, will grow again

Continue to the end

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