It's the small things that get me by
its the small things that bring a tear to my eye.
And I ask why?
why do we try.
When it all could be a lie,
Are we really dead when we die.
Sigh......
It's the small things I need to get by,
small things that make the tears dry.
Ask yourself why,
why do we cry...
After after we try,
not to lie.
We all lie.
That's why!
*S*