Photo by Luke Stackpoole
Looking at the little things reminds me the most of my sadness
It's the little things that always leave me a mess
All the thoughts in my head
They get released at night when I'm in my bed
They pick up speed and fly through my mind
Each and everyday I'm falling further behind
And by the time they realize what's going on
I'll be long gone
Leaving the people that care the most
Left loving just a ghost
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