I may not be the first to know,
cause that’s how this kind of story goes
I looked to everything in every way,
and it’s always I’m facing tomorrow
There is nothing I can say
I kept on pushing you away,
It’s like I prone it on down on myself,
But I can’t turn to no one else,
I’m on my own…

Oh, yeah, you get what you ask for, what you wish for, ‘doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or right,
But you’re fine when you get there, but you don’t care; don’t you know that’s the nature of the crime?

You know I always took for granted,
getting all I ever wanted,
You were always there to please me, it was so easy,
It’s how it all ended,

I know it’s unforgivable, but you’re the winner after all.
And I know deep inside, I can prompt but I can hide,

Oh, oh, yeah, you get what you ask for, what you wish for, ‘doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or right…
But you’re fine when you get there, but you don’t care ; don’t you know that’s the nature of the crime?

Oh, oh, yeah, you get what you ask for, what you wish for, ‘doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or right…
But you’re fine when you get there, but you don’t care ; don’t you know that’s the nature of the crime?

You get what you ask for, what you wish for, ‘doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or right…
But you’re fine when you get there, but you don’t care (oh, you don’t care) ; don’t you know that’s the nature of the crime?