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”