What the hell have you got to look forward to
I don't hear anybody knocking at your door
Your life has been a message in a bottel
Dumped in the ocean, never reaching any shore
At the point where nothing makes you happy
These days seem darker than they've ever been before
Here it comes again, that old familiar feeling
Get sick and leave your troubles on the floor
CHORUS
Just when I thought you were breaking down
Just when I thought you were breaking down