I don't know where I'm at. I'm standing at the back. And I'm tired of waiting, I'm waiting here in line. I'm hoping that I'll find what I've been chasing.
I shot for the sky, I'm stuck on the ground. So why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down.
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown? I'll never know why its coming down, down, down.
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown? I'll never know why its coming down, down, down.
I'm not ready to let go, cause then I'd never know what I could be missing. But I'm missing way too much, so when do I give up what I've been wishing for?
Oh, I am going down, down, down. I can't find another way around. And I don't wanna hear that sound of losing what I never found.
