Falling

I’m going down, feeling I’m falling And all around slow motion I can’t get a hold No grip to stop the commotion brace for impact This time I hit the ground I’m not running Falling slow Falling slow I'm falling slow Falling slow In the in-between, here just floating Falling slow into realisation I’m coming around What was I thinking? All of this time living in blinkers And people looking at me like, pity me. Pretty head All trusting and ‘perfect’ all innocent So I’m letting go I’m just letting this happen All I knew was old All new is coming I’m falling slow Falling slow Falling slow Falling slow I can’t get a hold No grip to stop the commotion brace for impact This time I hit the ground I’m not running In the in-between, here just floating Falling slow into realisation I’m coming around What was I thinking? All of this time I’m falling slow