What The Hell Am I Doing Here

Nights like these make me think
What the hell am I really doing
To myself, to my broken heart
I should probably go fix it first
But I just don’t know where to start
Yet I do things I shouldn’t be
Things I should be ashamed of
Yet I do it over and over again
Just so I can numb the pain
That has clearly been a part of me
Since the day I have lost my way
What I wouldn’t do to find you again
But what if I did find you
Things won’t ever be the same
So what am I still doing here