Small

You appeared to me
On an autumn day
Just as I was shedding all evidence of a past life

You appeared to be 
The warmth so needed heading my way
I was so sure I caught the good life 

In a bottle 
I placed my last words
Tossed it out to sea
Need help from the current 
A cry for my last demands
Fall on deaf ears
The ears of a man

You try to change my shape
Cookie cutter
I'll spend my last breath restisting
I'm a runner
Intrepid plans fall into my hands
As I let go of yours to scout new lands
I may be a sad but I'm not small
Only way I stand is proud and tall

I won't let you make me small 

Ive made my mark you'll never forget 
My face plastered on the walls
Of your heart

Go ahead try and make it small


I have dreams of white fences 
Blue skies filled with our laughter 
A place to rest my head, ring out my heart and dump the contents of the mind on the floor
I thought I saw you somewhere in that painting 
 but that was nothing more than pretenses 
I take a second glance at the picture and realize there's only room for me here, since you don't like it where the rain pours 

You try to change my shape
Cookie cutter
I'll spend my last breath restisting
I'm a runner
Intrepid plans fall into my hands
As I let go of yours to scout new lands
I may be a sad but I'm not small
Only way I stand is proud and tall

I won't let you make me small 

Ive made my mark you'll never forget
My face plastered on the walls
Of your heart

Go ahead try and make it small


Could it be that after a fire a single flower remains 
And is it true that no matter what you do
Admire beauty from afar
 let joy take away your pain
Or clip the flower give it a home letting the colors fill your dark spaces again and again

The flower always dies?
Does love always die?
How I wish that we didn't die.
I think our love was made of lies. 
And I could not tell you why.
Believe me when I say 
We would never get by
Covering up our truth in order to claim the prize.

You try to change my shape
Cookie cutter
I'll spend my last breath restisting
I'm a runner
Intrepid plans fall into my hands
As I let go of yours to scout new lands
I may be a sad but I'm not small
Only way I stand is proud and tall

I won't let you make me small 

Ive made my mark you'll never forget I was here
My face plastered on the walls
Of your heart
Go ahead try and make it small

You know I was never small
I never wanted you to be small
Why did you try to make me small

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