Falling down

The world is crashing down at my feet
all my life seems to see this defeat
Fighting is not for the weak
But from time to time I reach my peak

Falling, falling, falling down
All I see is a frown
Then my dreams seem to hit the ground
After falling, falling, falling down

Hold your head up high
You look for the sky
Every situation seems too dry
And poor you, cant even cry

You hold out your arms for the embrace
But always seem to fall short of grace
Some one needs to put you in place
Never let you see or feel lifes woven lace

Everyone asking if I am fine
Like I am made to be sad all the time
Lonely and depressed by design
Everyone is just trying to seem kind

All by my self, little olé me
All I want is to be free
But feedom is my slavery
Wish the you and me were still a 'we'