Taken for granted those who we love...
Taken advantage of those who love us.
Kept the picture, of a memory which was.
Every second brings change to a world of distrust.
Is it that we only love who we must?
The problem is that you misjudge,
I can't seem to let go of what was.
Never truly saw your mistakes,
Doubting that what is now -is fake.
Counting down how many hits one can take.
The problem is our heart chooses who we love.
The mind doesn't matter, believing in what is above.
