Till my chest blasted into tiny splits
I am eveloped by sadness... consumed by fear
Your claim was that I loved too little
My generosity on ice and my giving too feeble
So I've callled Efya to rewrite the song ...Little things just don't cut no more
Especially the little things I do... When big things are begging a do too
Maybe i could have bought you New York and named it after you.
Guess i didn't love you well to have to... to hold you... to keep you
So there you go...angered by deeds i never did
And strengthened by the hurt you see me feel
It's all good dear, maybe someday, I'll be whole again
Until that day however, my heart will continue to bleed this bitter tear.
Written by a wonderful friend of mine.
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