Gravity Hurts, You Made It So Sweet

I don't know where I'm at. I'm standing at the back and I'm tired of waiting. Waiting here in line, hoping that I'll find what I've been chasing. Not ready to let go because then I'd never know what I could be missing. But I'm missing way too much. So when do I give up what I've been wishing for? I shot the sky; I'm stuck on the ground. So why do I try? I know I'm going to fall down. I thought I could fly, so why did I drown? Never know why it's coming down. I am going down. Can't find another way around and I don't want to hear the sound of losing what I never found.