By A. Riley Vallier  ​

I feel like I’m always falling short

Don’t we all, don’t we all

Fall short

Fall down, fall down

London bridge and Ring around

I can’t hear a single sound

I’m drowning in my thoughts

I counted the ways I hate myself

The list numbered ten

Wish it was definitive, but it was abridged

All the ways I hate myself I could go on forever

All I want is just one space to fit a little love in 

I’m always falling short

Don’t we all, don’t we all

We all fall short

Nobody can make it up that hill

I’m always falling short,

Wish I could fly, wish I could fly

Instead I keep falling

I keep on falling short 

I keep falling, falling down 

London bridges, ring around

I can’t hear a single sound

I’m six feet underground 

I only hurt the ones I love

I’m an impostor and a fraud

They think I’m sweet but it’s a facade

Someday you’ll see right through my disguise

And I’ll become worthless, worthless in your eyes

I’m always falling short

Do you, too? Do you, too? 

Do you fall short?

Or is it just me who never seems to get it right 

I’m always falling short,

I cannot fly, I’ll never fly

Instead I keep falling

I keep on falling short

I keep falling, falling down

London bridges, ring around

By order of the King and Crown

Lay me six feet underground 

I remember I was taught this

But I must’ve forgotten 

When did this happen?

I remember I was taught this

That we all fall short 

It’s in His story

We all fall short, fall short of the glory

I keep trying to play God

I’m dying to play God

But it’s killing me, playing God

I’ll never measure up 

So I’ll keep falling, falling down

 London bridges, ring around

I’ll never stop the falling down 

But I’ll be caught by the King and Crown