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.