The Art of Falling Is Hard to Master

I get up then I fall then I hurt me on the go
I don't kneel, I don't crawl, but I fall, I fall, I fall
When you bleed would you believe, that it's always all on me?
But I go although It is more than I should know

If I lie to myself, business here, in my shell
If I wronged you I confess, beat me up and down my chest