I don’t look at myself as you see
I fear I may get stuck and I might not breathe
In this air from all these people around
They give me strength, they keep me from falling down

But somehow I have grown tired of it all
I cannot stand on my feet anymore
But the breeze it blows cold, life it burns you
As the new scars form, the old ones blind you

But from this view I can see
All that I need to get me,
Back off the ground, and back in the air again
Cause where I belong, is not falling down

Four years of my life gone away
Stripped from my fingers and thrown in my face
With only me left here to ask why
I came down

But from this view I can see
All that I need to get me,
Back off the ground, and back in the air again
Cause where I belong is not falling down