Wasted days, I’m caught up in the fruitless chase
Wanting more than anything that’s come before
And I wish I didn’t have to choose
When I know there is so much to lose

Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
Lost in fires of passionate imaginings
Cruel desires blind me to the simple things
Lost in fires of passionate imaginings

Holding out, feeling that it just might come
Cursing doubt that keeps you from the perfect one
And I wish I didn’t have to choose
When I know there is so much to lose

I’m torn between what I know and what I dream

Armin van Buuren, "Simple Things"