Small Things Matter

I'll let you step on my tail Cause I get it was a miss-step But I won't let you get close to my head Here I'll pause back and strike out to bite I guess that's where I went wrong, Tolerating the small undoings Saying they'll get better, they'll grow up Only to find myself dealing with past issues now For every small mistake counts for a strike And by the third strike you should get a time out And if you still standing, You need to be given a big blow to make you fall Cause it starts as innocent as stepping on my tail Then it gets to a point you want to boss me around For I'm a gentle soul, I'll let it go Little you forget is I've got a dark soul I've got a soul forged in hell The darkest parts that no one leaves to tell That's why I'm always silent keeping to myself But as you keep coming my way I'll go off Cause just like a time bomb I've got a time stamp From which I'll blow in your face With facts that will leave you distraught