Slowing down, my actions become known to me.
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No way no how, could I have been so blind to see, what I?e become.
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Take away, I never was meaning to do,
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and pleasing you, was all I ever wanted to.
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So break me down, that I might understand.
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I know you?e looking down on me
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and it must hurt to see all that you see, your love remains the same.
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Taken for granted, everything that you have given never again,
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I won? remain the same.
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One more chance, though given not always received.
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And growing numb, to guilt is often done with ease.
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My conscience says, what? left fades away.
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Taken For Granted
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