Thursday, 4 January 2007

All The Small Things

all the small things

go round and round in my head

was everything by coincidence?

or was it something i said?

oh, and i met my match today

fought till i bled

i knew i could never win

i'd rather be dead

all the small things

seem to preoccupy temptations

i'm stuck in this boat alone

and what i dunno

turns into a revelaion

i'm bound to crawl

my body to the wall

try to break it down with my hands

watch me concede and fall.

all the small things

keep surmounting everyday

all i can do, is watch them get bigger

and take over me.

1 comment:

M a l l i k a said...

keep up..

The weighing balance doesn't look that good when balanced.