The little things that make you - you,
Are the simple things that no ones sees.
The way you smile, the way you laugh...
They're the little things that appeal to me.
The way you rest your head in hand,
The way you walk and speak.
The way your passive hand can find...
The right spot on my cheek.
The way I need you to hold me,
The way you showed you never cared...
You took advantage of my lost heart,
This dream died to nightmare.
