Little things that she'll say Make me sad that she came my way And I try, to stall my worst But my sacred has become my curse I don't know what is right When I'm feeling so, so tired And its hard, but I'll get by Living my days without my drive And don't go telling your stories now You've had your talk and I've used my time We cannot wait and we cannot last on times long past Little things that I do Cause me stress, make me so depressed And I try to stall my worst But my sacred has become my curse Little things that she says Make me sad - Jesus change my ways Yes its hard, but I'll get by I drift along, I seldom try And I'll go and sit by the wayside Where I feel the dread when Mondays come around We cannot wait and we cannot last on times long past I cannot, I cannot wait.