the morning after the night before

i can't remember anymore

i must've passed out here on the floor

ask myself why


the morning after the night before

i feel sick and my body's sore

i can't believe you walked out the door

the morning after the night before

i played the fool i played the whore

another night of my private war


ask myself why

why do i always abuse, why always want more

why didn't i realise what i had before

why couldn't i love and cherish

why was i such a fool

the night before

the night before



the morning after and i'm alone

you packed your bags and left for home

my last chance i have definitely blown

the morning after the life we had

now love is dead just like my dad

wished for a happy ending not one so damned sad


ask myself

why do i always abuse, why always want more

why didn't i realise what i had before

why couldn't i love and cherish

why was i such a fool

the night before

the night before

the night before


ask myself

why do i always abuse, why always want more

why didn't i realise what i had before

why couldn't i love and cherish

why was i such a fool

the night before 

the night before 

the night before 

the night before