"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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album:
"It Don't Mean I Don't Love You" (2008)
album:
"Young Blood Blues" (2010)
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