Why, I'm the girl you see,
A girl with a weak heart,
Been shoot by your arrow,
Yet, it didn't match.
From the arrow's blade,
Wounding my heart to bleed,
Do you have a heart?
Why make me shuttered?
Oh, Eros you know what it feels,
The sorrow and pain,
I hated you for it,
But, here I am waiting.
Waiting for you to come,
Asking if I can have one of your arrows,
Would there be a man for me,
Eros, I need answers.