Taken For Granted
Slowing down, my
actions become known to me.
No way no how, could I have been
so blind to see, what I’ve 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 you’re looking down on me
and it must hurt
to see all that you
see, your love remains the same.
Take for granted, everything that
you have given never again,
I won’t remain the same.
One more chance, though given not always received.
And growing numb, to guilt is often done with ease.
My conscience, what’s left fades away.