IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS THAT MATTERS
You say I'm brief with my words
Yet you do not attempt to understand me.
The innocent water drops from the eyes,
The wrapped up forehead.
You wouldn't understand that the words
You see as small,
May be the last straw to someone's break down.
You'll observe that sorry isn't...
Yet you do not attempt to understand me.
The innocent water drops from the eyes,
The wrapped up forehead.
You wouldn't understand that the words
You see as small,
May be the last straw to someone's break down.
You'll observe that sorry isn't...