Maybe I was crying to him
What does it feel like to cry from the peak of happiness?
How lonely the night can be, made-up in bed
I want you to know who I am the next morning, babe
I don't even know who I am anymore
What does it feel like to cry from the peak of happiness?
How lonely the night can be, made-up in bed
I want you to know who I am the next morning, babe
I don't even know who I am anymore
I want you to know who I am the next morning, babe
I don't even know who I am anymore
Who am I, who am I, who am I