A tiny bit of me,
like the smallest flower of a tree,
falling free,
going nowhere but down,
its owner wearing the deepest of frowns.
A tiny bit of me,
footprints over the sea,
glistening for all to see,
disappearing with the sun...
Run...
Run...
Run...
A tiny bit of me,
vanished with your eyes,
it came as no surprise,
I guess I could have been more wise.
A tiny but of me...
Wants to die,
why?
Why?
Why?
I want to hide,
to hide.
I’ll never be that perfect bride,
all dressed in white,
because I’m not ready to fight...
Not tonight,
no not tonight.
Just a tiny bit of me,
wants the world to see,
the real me...
Just a tiny bit of me. |
