Falling
They say it's always darkest before the dawn
But I got nothing really going on
Something's wrong, I always feel like I'm about to cry
I rarely leave my room, I rarely go outside
Sometimes I feel like no understands
My life isn't going the way I planned
I'm alone and I don't want to be anymore
I, I know that when it rains, it pours
Bad luck, bad news, bad attitude
White lies, no truth, that's the devil in you
Drywall, phone screen, what's wrong with me?
I wanna sing like the birds in the trees
I feel like flying
I feel like flying
I feel like falling
Falling down
I've got nothing on my mind
All I do is complain and whine
I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go
There's nothing out there for me but I'm sick of staying home
I'm my own worst enemy
That's all I am, that's all I'll ever be
Everyday's the same, it keeps happening again
I hope something will change but I don't know if or when
Bad luck, bad news, bad attitude
White lies, no truth, that's the devil in you
Drywall, phone screen, what's wrong with me?
I wanna sing like the birds in the trees
I feel like flying
I feel like flying
I feel like falling
Falling down
But I got nothing really going on
Something's wrong, I always feel like I'm about to cry
I rarely leave my room, I rarely go outside
Sometimes I feel like no understands
My life isn't going the way I planned
I'm alone and I don't want to be anymore
I, I know that when it rains, it pours
Bad luck, bad news, bad attitude
White lies, no truth, that's the devil in you
Drywall, phone screen, what's wrong with me?
I wanna sing like the birds in the trees
I feel like flying
I feel like flying
I feel like falling
Falling down
I've got nothing on my mind
All I do is complain and whine
I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go
There's nothing out there for me but I'm sick of staying home
I'm my own worst enemy
That's all I am, that's all I'll ever be
Everyday's the same, it keeps happening again
I hope something will change but I don't know if or when
Bad luck, bad news, bad attitude
White lies, no truth, that's the devil in you
Drywall, phone screen, what's wrong with me?
I wanna sing like the birds in the trees
I feel like flying
I feel like flying
I feel like falling
Falling down
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Silva
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