"Dont Know Why" Lyrics + Ideas

I don't know why, but I cry myself to sleep,

I don't know why, but I can't even feel my heart beat, 

It's like I'm dead inside; 

The only time I feel like me is when I'm getting high, and even that's just for a little while.

^  We see this verse being set in a dark bedroom, with our character on the bed looking rough and confused.
She puts on her clothes, picks up her camera and leave the house. 

Mothers are crying, brothers, sisters are afraid, when did all this become my way, when did blue skies turn to grey?

^ London Underground; train moving from outside to under a tunnel (POV?); sitting at a train station/on the train. She is constantly taking photos oh her surroundings. Audience do not see the photos.

For as long as I remember, for as long as I've known, you reap what we sow, you reap what we sow.

Hey sister, can I stop you, may I ask for some advice? See I've got this friend, who's got this friend and the problem is her life. 

^She takes a photo of a church and then character asks/interacts with someone out side the ‘religious place’ 

She's been fraternising with this devil, she's been playing Satan games, she's been trying to live a life a rebel, it said its her soul that's been exchanged;

^ Leake Street, slow motion of her running through the tunnel with spray paint, painting triangles on wall. She then takes a photo of her and loads of others art. 

 He sings..

I don't know why, but I cry myself to sleep,

(She sings), I don't know why, but I can't even feel my heart beat, 

It's like I’m dead inside; 

The only time I feel like me is when I'm getting high, and even that's just for a little while. 

^She’s shown making her way back home using the underground station. Constantly taking photos. 

I don't know why, but I cry myself to sleep,

(She sings), I don't know why, but I can't even feel my heart beat, 

It's like I’m dead inside; 

The only time I feel like me is when I'm getting high, and even that's just for a little while. 

^Returning home, showing a circular narrative. She places the last photo on the wall and steps back to look at it. The audience finally sees a huge collage of the photos she's been taking as a prisoner behind bars.