Little things

by theory of the loser   Feb 5, 2012


I'll say sorry, for everthing that's wrong,
wheather it is the right time, or if it is the right thing to say,
wheather it belongs,
I will take the blame,
take the bullet jump,
in front of the train,
make it in the house that is so full of flames,

I will always say sorry and take all the blame,
I am not that strong, but I can take it,
I will be your personal security blanket,

I can't do much,
And i don't handle things all that well,
but You are the one of which I fell,

My love for you is strong,
the line that ties us, holds me where I belong,
so in this moment,
for all time,
I will apologize, make the blame all mine,

the sacrifice I give is not great,
but significant,
one of the few gifts I can give,

I give my love,
my honor,
my pride,
all to you,

because without you,
they mean nothing,
for you are my love, the air under my wings,
you are my honor, and steal shield that protects me,
you are my pride, the one thing that in the end keeps me alive,

And all these things make those little things,
little scrifices matter to me.

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