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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