I always knew it was the little things
The ones that matter the ones that sting
The little itty bitties thats just so hard to see
So small yet impossible to let be
Like an out of place inconsistency
One in a million and yet its quick to be seen
A misplaced brick, a crack, a colored streak
its part of being different, its what makes us unique
Its what we are made of
Its all the little things