Where are you tonight?
I'm playing russian roulette with my heart
Giving it away to strangers in my pain
Which is getting to be too much

Where are you tonight
while I count hours away
while you live your life
and I waste it with anyone
and I end up over the top
tired of who's talking to me a lot

I gave my heart to the wrong man
tonight
I fell under familiar deathly spell
again
but this time I'm a watchdog
it won't happen twice

He says my poems are depressing
And I fear I'm going down the path again
of telling my life to anyone
This fake freedom that really is nothing but
wrong
being adapted to anything but myself
He says my poems are depressing
And I wasn't even there
I can't help but write about these things
I can't help myself
I can't help my life is such a mess

But in the other hand...
you cannot see my dark
but maybe you cannot see my shine
either