Saw me standing in the front of the mirror
Glass fogged up, it used to be so clear
So clear
Why do we fall?
What do we know?
And all the things i had to learn on my own
On my own
I've been making sense of things
Searching and wondering and waiting
For things to make sense
Why don't it fit pretense?
Ah
Ooo
Why do we fall?
What do we know?
And all the things i had to learn on my own
On my own