I'm falling through my hands

Another day I’m out of my mind
Lost my place can’t find the line
The mirror cracks can’t see my face
The world’s a blur I’m out of space
These dreams I had that fade away
I try to get through the day
But all I feel is fear instead
I’m falling through my hands like sand
There is no solid ground where I can stand
The clock is ticking it won’t wait
Is this my story? Is it too late?
I keep on climbing up this hill of life
But the mountains seem to shift and sway
I shout for help no echo back
Just shadows in an endless black
Am I a ghost inside my mind
Chasing echoes I’ll never find
The harder I push, the more I sink
I’m standing on the edge, I think
I’m falling through my hands like sand
There is no solid ground where I can stand
The clock is ticking it won’t wait
Is this my story? Is it too late?
I keep trying and keep failing 
But I will continue to try
Despite my failures
I will find the solid ground to stand
And I will win

female, pop rock, emotional mood