All my troubles have found me today

"When will I hit the ground?" I hear myself say

But I just keep on falling weightless and half asleep

But I know someday those troubles will be mine to keep

Right now I'll put it off Right now I will be shoving off



Downwardspiral



I have always heard you pay for your mistakes

But what currency will be accepted at that gate?

Have I cried enough? Have I thought about it enough?

What's going to count when the road turns rough?