Is the little things that don’t se
And those little things grow each
All because you see them as little
Before you know it those things ar
They become heavier and heavier

It’s not by choice
It’s not by choice that we choose
It’s not by choice that we choose
It’s not by choice to choose to be
It’s not by choice to choose to ac

If maybe I was not as boring as s
maybe if I did not live in a ston
maybe you would call me cool
Maybe if I didn’t love me enough
if I just let go a little, find fi

It was not suppose to be me and yo
I was not suppose to act on it if
I could have just let it slip and
But in stead I smiled back to it
I didn’t know if you let me, I wi

I WAIT
I wait and I wait to hear the sou
As I imagined yours sounded like
As I long to hold your hand close
I wait to see your face like for t