Slowing down, my actions become known to me.
No way no how, could I have been so blind to see, what Iæ?³e become.
Take away, I never was meaning to do,

and pleasing you, was all I ever wanted to.
So break me down, that I might understand.

I know youæ?®e looking down on me
and it must hurt to see all that you see, your love remains the same.
Taken for granted, everything that you have given never again,
I wonæ?° remain the same.

One more chance, though given not always received.
And growing numb, to guilt is often done with ease.
My conscience says, whatæ?¯ left fades away.