Nature Of The Crime

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,