This is me being taken for granted. It's not hard to say that never found myself so alone. It's easy to disappoint, It's better to place the blame on a name and point the finger at someone else.

   I'm being taken for granted, one day the sun will decide that it's time for him to rest for a while. Even then, in chaos and desperation, I'm expected to react, even then I'm taken for granted.

Summer after spring, like the dampness after rain. I'm to do what I'm expected, achieve but never control.
A wish after a shooting star, a dream while you sleep. Few care that mine are nightmares and that a shooting star is rarely seen.

   This is me being taken for granted. If you only knew how deeply you can cut with words, even deeper than with none at all.
   Am I trying to disappoint? Am I gong back to the room where everything new decided to die along with the rest of my soul?

   This is me being taken for granted, this is me being left behind.