9.2 A.M.
The moon creeps, into my room.
The problem is, that baby it not you.
Shadows fall, into my bed,
Wish it was, you instead.
How can I live？
How can I breathe？
When you torture me.
How can you even expect me to sleep？
No, No, No？.
Another night another 2 A.M.,
Baby and I lying here alone missing you again, (missing you
again)
Another night that I can pretend,
I not helplessly, hopelessly, wondering when？Is this night ever
gonna end,
As I picturing you and me skin to skin.
Another night another 2 A.M.,
And you are the one that I (desperately) wanting.
I touching you, the way you like,
I feeling you, deep inside.
It everything, I thought it could be,
The trouble see, it only me.
How can I live？
How can I breathe？
When you torture me.
How can you even expect me to sleep？
Oh, oh, oh
As night falls, it begins again,
I feeling you, underneath my skin.
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