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