To my desire,
My heart is the pawn, sitting lonely on the board.
You are the one rolling the dice.
All you do is play games with me.
Then, when my pawn breaks, you simply shrug.
You throw it away and pick another one from the box.
So why do I still feel
this burning passion for you?
Why do I still feel
like you really care?
I look past the heartbreak like transparent windows,
and I see your flawless eyes of rain
smiling brightly at me.
Your laugh like a thousand siren songs
that sing to me in half consciousness.
Your charm melts me
like a vanilla candle.
It's simple, my dear, but so complex.
I feel this way because my heart
pulls me to you.
- That One Girl You Know