My heart
What have I done to you?
Sadness, no disappointments

If I want to own you
If I want what yours
If I always want to own you


No sadness
No disappointments

No tiredness
Could get through my skin
And I woke up

Was crying in my sleep
And the bitterness
Was littered under my skin


Ah-- Oh---


My heart
The game is yours(?),
I'm too late

I want what I asked for
Want what I asked for


And my heart
What have I done to you?
And sadness, no contributions

And sadness, no disappointments
I want what I asked for
I want what I asked for