There are a million little things in this world,
That can leaving you feeling so small.
Like your heart will burst.
But all in all,
There is nothing you can do to change the new you.

You can cry and pout and even shout.
But in the end, it’s the million little things that count the most.
And even though you’re an unwilling host,
The thoughts in your mind are no longer yours.
They belong to the person that locked your love behind darkened doors.

You can try to say that there is another way,
But the million little things in your mind,
Make giving a reason to live, hard to find.
You keep hearing these strange voices inside,
And wonder “How did they hide”?
How were they there for so long,
And I’m just now hearing their song.

They echo choruses of unheard tales, causing you to wail.
You try to scream to let someone know you’re not okay.
But all they do is look away.
It’s not their fault that you are who you are.
Maybe that’s why you’re alone in this dim bar.

The million little things are all stacked up,
And as you watch your tears drip into your cup,
You hear a familiar voice that pulls you out of the void.
Somehow I no longer feel destroyed.
Because I look into their eyes,
And even though I can hear their words saying they care,
All I see behind their eyes are lies.
And it makes me wonder “How is life fair?”

It’s not, and that’s okay.
We all are pushed and pulled in other ways,
But what sticks with us the most are the million little things,
That cause us to wince from their stings.
Like millions of bees,
I’m brought to my knees,
And I weep for all that I’ve lost.
But at what cost?

There are big things in this world that push and tear us down,
And though we all frown,
The big things can be resolved,
Unlike the millions of little things left unsolved.