Little things

You don't kiss me in the morning when you Rise. All day working, not a message, Not a sign. You don't ask me how I am or what I feel. I'm right beside you, but you don't Feel real. You don't take my hand for nothing, just because. You don't hold me, say it's silly, say it's Small. You don't see the tired shadows in my eyes, And love disappears in these little things of life. They're just little things. That's what you say, but it makes it hard To breathe. When the flowers fade away, Love starts slipping out of reach. They're just little things. They're just little things. You shrug it off like it doesn't mean a Thing, but they're made of every part of love We can't bring back. They're just little things. You won't bring me morning coffee to the bed. You won't pull the covers, leave me cold instead. Your phone matters more than being with me, And I'm alone in the silence endlessly. You won't wait for me, won't open up the Door. Won't reach out your hand like you did before. I forgot the last time you asked if I Was fine, and I don't believe in us anymore. They're just little things. That's what you say, but it makes it hard To breathe. When the flowers fade away, Love starts slipping out of reach. They're just little things. They're just little things. You shrug it off like it doesn't mean a Thing, but they're made of every part of love We can't bring back. They're just little things. One day I said, "I cannot live like this," And closed my eyes. You said, "It's nothing, just little things," And I walked out of your Little nothing life. They're just little things. That's what you say, but it makes it hard To breathe. When the flowers fade away, Love starts slipping out of reach. They're just little things. They're just little things. You shrug it off like it doesn't mean a Thing, but they're made of every part of love We can't bring back. They're just little things.