Little Things in Life

Of One

We're all the same,

Everybody,

We all do the same things,

Say the same things,

Think the same things.

In the end,

We get each other,

We all have secrets,

Dirty lies stuck in us.

It's just a matter of fact,

A matter of time,

Before one of us confesses,

And everything spills out.

Because we are not so different,

Not so peculiar,

From one another,

Then we think.