Tell me, when did you start taking me for granted? Used to treat me like the only one on the planet.
Was this the way you planned it?
Couldn't tell me how you feel- didn’t think I could understand it.
Was this the way you ran it through your head?
Used to wake up to you every morning in bed now I wake up every morning alone instead.
Do you remember all the things you said?
Well I do; thinking about them makes me believe I’d be better off dead.
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