I see her take a puff of smoke
But she’s never touched a cigarette
Now what’s she doing to herself?
Did she loose her self in some crazy bet?

I see her drink another beer
And she knows she can’t do that
Now what’s she doing to her self?
Is the view better there then from where she sat?

CHORUS
Now what’s she doing to herself?
I didn’t see this road on the map
Last night she said, when feeling bitter
“This is your life, it isn’t mine”
She said, “this is your life, it isn’t mine”

She reads the last page of the chapter
Wondering where the ending is
Wondering what happened to happily ever after
Turning the page and looking for more

She’s searching for something she’s not going to find
She’s searching for something to hide behind
She searching for answer to all of her questions
Maybe she should be looking for better questions

She driving at 2 when her curfew is 12
And last time she got a night in
Now what’s she doing to herself?
Lately her frame has become so thin

CHORUS

This isn’t your life?
Well, where is yours?
I haven’t seen it for a while
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
Now what are you doing to yourself?

CHORUS
She said, “this is your life, it isn’t mine”
“This is your life, it isn’t mine”