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Maybe it's too late, sometimes I even hate myself for loving you Trying to be strong, then night-time comes along And I start loving you Wanting you, where is all my self control, I'm burning way down in my soul And needing you ~ wishing I could be the man ~ I try to Hating me for wanting to be with you ~ To be with you knowing you don't love me like you used to But it's midnight, Ooh ~ 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 daylight I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you Ooh ~ 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 daylight I ought to go to bed to try and straighten out my head and just forget you Ooh ~ but it's midnight, ~ and I miss you It's Midnight And I Miss You |
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