a one man show from McMinnville, Oregon USA.
Lyrics
taken for granted
i always knew
that this was a game
and i couldn't do
what you asked me to
i was beginning to
feel a change
the irony faded
i was the same
but you were missing
anna protect me
and break my fall
given to madness
your hate is the greatest
gift of all
pleasure or pain
the latter will do
i'm trying so hard
to stop looking at you
and its not working
i'm trying so hard
to forget about you
believe me i wish that
i didn't need to
hear your every word
and the words that i never knew
that were uttered in silent
contempt for the truth
that you hate every
glance that i take
each forbidden mistake
that is worth every second
its worth all the hate
that is all directed at me
