If you ask of me how I came to be
I'd tell you I'm not sure; it's one long mystery
I do know where I've been I'd rather not have seen
I've flown to high on borrowed wings
I know the consequence it brings
Tell me if I'm guilty or I'm pure
Am I the only one?
As I fall from grace I have but one demand
Stop them from living a lie and make them understand
I can guarantee it's not how life was planned
I've flown to high on borrowed wings
I know the consequence it brings
Tell me if I'm guilty or I'm pure
Am I the only one?
