The wind hits my face...
I'm running some kind of race.
I know it's one that I can't win...

Everyone thinks that I'm so strong...
What everyone doesn't know is that everyone is wrong.
I'm falling faster than I can fly...

My wings won't carry me much farther...
I can almost touch the ground...
Am I going to break without a sound?

How am I going to keep going on...
I can't keep up the act...
I don't even know who I am anymore...

An angel? Not quite...
A devil...on days...
A disappointment...for sure...

The sad thing is that anymore...
Falling doesn't seem so bad...
It's living that causes distress...