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?