You take and you take.
Never asking if it's okay.

If I were to take and take.
You'd get mad and tell me to ask.

How is that fair?

I smile and smile.
But really I'm upset.

How far I've grown.
To not have hit the roof.

And yet nobody notices.

You take and you take.
Never asking if it's okay.

If I were to take and take.
You'd get mad and tell me to ask.

Will you ask me for my heart next?