Taking for granted every time
Giving up everything to start me breathing
There is no name for that resolve
There is no name for love that's anything but needing
Keep this little thing in mind
You're all devotion in your way of thinking
What a way to spend your time
What a way to give me all you could be keeping
But do you really enjoy this?
Does it not make you wince sometimes?
Look at this house you've build
You did what I worry I could never do
Sacrificing all your hopes for mine
Now I've become so self-involved
It's easy to forget what you have left behind
The task of giving, never asking anything
It doesn't resonate with selfish souls
Were you like me or have I grown up cold?
But do you really enjoy this?
Does it not make you wince sometimes?
Look at this house you've build
But I know that you know me
And I'll always need mothering
How to live beyond myself
And look at this house you've build
And look at this house you've build
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