My life
spinning out of control
faster then I can hold on
Things going wrong
left and right
things keep changing shifting
always in the wrong direction
But finally my life must have gotten tired
of always pulling the rug out from under me
because for once its standing still
I'm able to get up
and put my feet
on solid ground
But with a life like mine
I'm always looking over my shoulder
waiting
just waiting
for it all to be ripped
away from me again.