There is a tiny merry go round.
In my brain in my mind in my head.
Spinning everything you ever said.
Teasin’ an’ tauntin’ without a sound.
The tiny wheel that brings me down.

Hatin’ and fakin,
Burnin’ and bitin’
Teasin’ and tauntin’
It’s the little things that bring me down.

There is a tiny invisible hole
In my chest in my heart in my soul
Swallowing all the things I’m told.
Burnin’ and bitin’ like little red coals.
The miniscule hole that leaves me cold.

Hatin’ and fakin,
Burnin’ and bitin’
Teasin’ and tauntin’
It’s the little things that bring me down.

There is a little liar there.
In your eyes in your mouth in the way you stare.
Telling me things that I want to hear.
Hatin’ and fakin’ the whole thing is clear
The little lies that fill me with fear.
Burnin’ and bitin’ like little red coals.
Telling me falseness makin’ me cold.
Teasin’ and tauntin’ without a sound.
These little things that bring me down.