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Little Things
There's an old saying that runs through time
It's the little things that spoil the vine
To one person, they seem minor or little
But to the next, they're major and critical
I do things that, at first, seem little
But you show me its true value, then my soul seems brittle
My conscious kicks in and tells me I was dumb
It feels like I was injected with Novicaine, void and numb
Everytime problems arise, it seems like little stuff
But they're the reason why its tension between us
I wish I could answer the riddle that haunts like a ghost
Who do little things cause more damage the most.
Written by Joshua Young
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