"Little Things" lyrics

"Little Things"

If I could go anywhere I would go
Down where my soul is empty
So I wouldn't 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

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

Oh oh oh
Its these little things
You are gone
And now I'm free
I can do anything

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

Oh oh oh
Its these little things
You are gone
And now I'm free
I can do anything

Oh oh oh
Its these little things
You are gone
And now I'm free
I can do anything
I can do anything
I can do anything


Writer(s): Alynda Segarra
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