shovel me in©
Little By Little
i'll be fit as a fiddle,
then this march can play so sweet
cause being here's too big a feat....
Little people exist as small as me
but i'm so little+insignificant as can be,
a bit of wind could come along any day
and just blow what's left of me away.
For i've wasted away to nothingness
i can't survive without Faron's Kiss,
i'm too frail to even hold
my young at heart way's gotten weak+old.
I can't help others at all
for i myself can't help but fall,
oh to find a hole in the ground
to crawl in with only 1 sound.
The sound of gravediggers above my head
planting me where i belong....
cause i'm just as good as dead,
there's so many other....
little people out there
who have such big plans it just isn't fair.
It's not fair i still exist on this earth
when i haven't got an ounce of worth,
i just take up space
there's no home for me in....
this lonely place.
I'm just a puppet
the thin thread i'm hanging on by....
just hasn't broke yet,
but it's time for the funeral march
no preperation needed....
i'm already stiff and starch!
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Sally
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