Do you see the forest
I only see the trees
There's too much distracting me
I can only see the leaves
Where does it go from here
Where does it end
Where does it go from here
Where does it end
It's the little things in life that matter
They grow until they kill us
They say stop and smell the roses
But the roses are their own distraction
Where does it go from here
Where does it end
Where does it go from here
Where does it end
Does it end
Or does it persist
When it looks continuous
Step out of the forest
For the trees are distracting
Takes our mind off what isn't
Do you see the forest
I only see the trees
