I am a precious little thing,
A precious thing I am.
Many people crave me,
But I don't just jump around.
Women wish to have me
Beating in men's hearts.
They swoon when they talk
About my twin brother, Lust.
Oh my dear brother,
Pretending to be me,
But deep inside we all know
He's just a troublesome little thing.
He makes them believe I'm wonderful,
He makes them think I'm kind,
But the truth is that
I never come without Pain.
Why do you think so many ballads
Come from those who I've destroyed?
Why so many people cry
When they have a heart break?
The truth is that I'm a heartless thing,
The irony at bay,
But I think it's safe to say
You'd just die without me.
