Little Things

It's the little things that tear me apart
How come they slit me so easy?
Contort me and shape me in your palm
Before the world gets to breezy
It's the little things that rip me in two
How come they trick and tease me?
Break me down into a fine dust
Promise you'll never release me

And I know, that I'll slip up again
When will I pull my finger out
And stop kicking the sand?
Just a matter of time

It's the bitter things that play with my heart
And wake me up from my daydream
Hold me down and drag me back under
Reality is too shady
It's the bitter things that I cannot do
They never cease to amaze me
Cause time is running out for us
And you're still calling me crazy

And I know, that I'll slip up again
When will I pull my finger out
And stop kicking the sand?
Just a matter of time
And I know, that I'll slip up again
When will I pull my finger out
And stop kicking the sand?
Just a matter of time