I ask for a touch,
But I get too much.
I ask for one thing,
But get too much of nothing.

Sometimes, the way things start,
Is not how they end.
You give away your heart,
But you turn out a friend.

You wait to be told,
And hope for a lot.
Your skin feels cold,
And your blood boils hot.

I ask for a touch,
But I get too much.
I ask for one thing,
But get too much of nothing.