The Little Things

I hope I fall, and I never come back

I have given it all up

 

I do not belong, and I will never

But with a mouth full of your little, colorful cures

 

At that moment, I hit the floor

Like a mad man, in his place

 

The hardest part about dealing with this

Is in knowing that no matter how hard I try,

 

I will always end up in a fatale position

I have given it all up