My life is falling away
Can't seem to keep a grip
My fingers are loosening
I'm beginning to slip
Is that rock bottom I see,
About to give me a fat lip?
Must not be, unless the bottom fell out
Cause I'm still going, going down
Sinking farther down in to this pit of miserable existence that I found
It makes me sick, like I'm being spun 'round and 'round By: Will
