I'm good at falling
I'm good at crying
I trip over thin air
And mess up myself and my hair
My mom doesn't come that weekend
Therefore the crying has no end
I ask the Lord above
Why I'm good at falling but not in love
The guys pass by me
They smile at me
But they never text me
I get a text from a guy I don't know
We start to text but he'll never know
How it feels to be that girl
Who is nobody's world
I try to see the other side
But I cant so I cry
And sometimes I cry
And I have no idea why
Im good at falling
Im good at crying
