There's an old saying that runs through time
It's the little things that spoil the vine
To one person, they seem minor or little
But to the next, they're major and critical
I do things that, at first, seem little
But you show me its true value, then my soul seems brittle
My conscious kicks in and tells me I was dumb
It feels like I was injected with Novicaine, void and numb
Everytime problems arise, it seems like little stuff
But they're the reason why its tension between us
I wish I could answer the riddle that haunts like a ghost
Who do little things cause more damage the most.
