Verse 1
I see apples and oranges
In a bowl
On the desk

I feel sorrow and worry
In my mind
In my chest

Chorus
Simple thoughts
Always starts out small

Then little things
Grow too big and tall

Verse 2
I look at pictures of family
At my home
In the hall

I’m at some sort of crossroads
In my heart
In my soul

Chorus
Simple thoughts
Always start outsmall

Then little things
Grow too big and tall

Chorus 2
I stand low
Underneath the weight

Am I doomed
To always feel this way