Change passed me by
I settled for what has always been
My heart becoming dry dust
I demanded little of you
Even less of myself
I just sat in discontent’s chair
Why should I now complain
Wishing for what could have been
When I am the reason for my pain
I settled for what has always been
My heart becoming dry dust
I demanded little of you
Even less of myself
I just sat in discontent’s chair
Why should I now complain
Wishing for what could have been
When I am the reason for my pain
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