Staring into space, I try to convince myself It doesn't really matter that I'm living your life not mine, Then holding my head up high I swallow hard and ask myself why. How is it I find myself here with you? I keep turning off lights, And getting under covers Caught up in your nights, Crying for the answers Oh, I keep turning off lights, Rolling with the thunder Fighting for my life, Crying for the answers Oh, I keep turning off lights. What is this need I have for giving too much? Then I feel guilt for never ever taking enough, I keep making the same mistakes How much more do I have to take? I'd rather die than have to face the night.
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