Small

Show me all the good lies What you keep up locked inside In a small afraid moment Appetite finally waning

Come by any time Took the last one when you looked away

Cycles of thoughts Tumbling in In a bitter automatic Code So right But so unkind

Cycles of thoughts tumbling in In a bitter automatic Code So right But so unkind

Finally, it's over I can only offer you my condolences The more you were asking for it The less tragic it is

Then I know it's over All we're left with are condolences The more you were asking for it The less tragic it is