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