Small
 

Small is just perception
The way you see
The way you act
Small is not a measure
Small is how you feel

I am a small person
It’s what I do
It’s how I think
I am scared of everything
I am because I hate to hurt

People tell me what to do
Me, I listen
Me, I know that
People like to see obeying
People like to see me crawl

When I wake up in the morning
It’s all okay
It’s all just fine
When I’m crying in the evening
When I’m dying in the night

Life goes by but mine is seperate
Living is easy
Living is hard
Life is not the way I want it
Life, it is all passing me

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