Maybe it's too late. Sometimes I even hate myself for loving you
Trying to be strong then
nighttime comes along and I start loving you
Wanting you. Where is all my selfcontrol I'm
burning way down in my soul
And needing you, and wishing I could be the man, I try
to
Hating me for wanting you to be with you
knowing you don't love me like you used
to
But it's midnight, Ohh and I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I
am weak
Funny how things have a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought
to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and
I miss you
It's getting late and I know that's when I am weak
Funny how things have
a way of looking so much brighter in the day light
I ought to go to bed to try and straighten
out my head and just forget you
Oh but it's midnight yes and I miss you
