Falling

I honestly don't know how to apologize to people Even though I know that I'm the one who's wrong at all And it's my fault I believe what they said to me, that my pride's too tall And I'm in its roof, been wanting to fall Not the kind of falling in love 'Cause I'm so sick of all these rings I can't have And not the kind of falling asleep 'Cause I know that I'm still alive even though it's deep But the kind of falling to death Where I don't shout for help because it's a waste for my breath © Domar Esmabe