Baby I was born this way.

Some nights, i stay up cashing my bad luck; some nights, i call it a draw
Some nights, i wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, i wish they'd just fall off

But i still wake up, i still see your ghost
Oh lord, i'm still not sure what i stand for
What do i stand for? what do i stand for?
Most nights, i don't know anymore