I ask for simple things
I get what I ask for
You ask too much of me
A risk I can't afford
This sort of balance cannot be maintained
We'll fall and I'll be broken again
What a shame
You think it's a simple thing
You get what you ask for
You give me what you can
And I don't want anything more
I will not be made a fool of again
I'll break my own heart before I let you in
What a shame
