Well I thought i caught you tunring tears to rain.
The thought of that conciousness is driving you to pain!
You're counting the times that you've lost grips on the things you had
And you look down at your barren feet and see that you've lost the path!

You're not alone.
We're all in that hole.

And I thought i caught you staring at the wall
Remembering the times when you thought you'd had it all
Talents and gifts you had on which you based your pride.
They're reoccuring everyday and you see there's no place to hide!

You're not alone
We're all in that hole.