Maybe it's the little things you say
Or perhaps the little things you do
The slight change in your demeanor
The faint smile across your lips
Hmmm it could be the way you move your hips...
The flickering of a broken bulb
The awkward silence when we're alone
The broken heart that has gone numb
The shattered trust of the kindest soul
The epitaph of a love grown cold...
Things are not what they used to be
What we had are now faded memories
These little changes have opened my eyes to see
This is the end of my reality
A monument of a tragedy....
