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