5 a.m., old friends gone to bed hours ago. I think they've lost themselves. They're not the ones I met years ago when all was pure and new.

I have a heart and I once set it free. See how it runs. I'm happy to be me. But I miss you like hell tonight.

I'm kind of sad, just want to dance all night. But I'm kind of happy too and feel like I'm alive.

I don't want to sleep, I'd rather hold my head high. But it just came to me: I'm never going to die.

I have a heart and I once set it free. See how it runs. I'm happy to be me. But I miss you like hell tonight.

I don't need anyone. I don't need anyone. This is something I'm not supposed to say, but the feeling would not escape: I miss you like hell every night.