When the days seem a lot longer, the heat seems a lot hotter and it’s Winter,
when your hair grows longer and your cause grows stronger but you’re weaker,
when your eyes get wider and your mind it fills but sleep is something you have to will,
when the paper grows higher and the grades aspire but you’re tired,
The little things become your life.
And you’re grateful for them all.
But you hear those sounds and you see through your window,
there’s a world out there that you don’t quite belong to.
You’re alone again… with all those little things.