Текст песни Little Trophy

practiced in the ways of shame you found me my arms held open to the sun taking in the sights and sounds around me but losing precious pieces one by one i've paid my dues i've paid my don'ts as well i want some wills the won'ts can go to hell well alright you win now you've got your little trophy chalk it up to young and much too far from home alright you win proud to be your little trophy yours alone yours alone you said to write you if i lost direction didn't think i'd fall apart so soon i turned around and found the leaves had fallen and covered up my breadcrumbs back to you and soon the snow will fall and bury me i know you'll be along to carry me