Standing at the bottom of    the pit of broken dreams.   We've made it out alive    and thats the way its gonna be.   We've finally hit rock bottom    and it can't get any worse.   You wake up and you're riding    in the middle of a hearse.   As you pray to God    you go an close your eyes.   Please get me out of here,    oh please come save my life.   You try and you try    and you fail and fail again.   You wonder and you wonder   where is my heroic end?         CHORUS:   You grow up thinking   you're gonna be the best.   As you go along   you get stuck with the rest.   How can this happen?   This was your life.   You better not go,   at least without a fight.         Climbing up the edge    of the pit of broken dreams.   You've made it out alive    and that's the way it's gonna be.   You feel yourself slippin',    but you still put up a fight.   All I can say now is    you better hold on tight.   You stop for a second    and you come to realize...   If you let go now there's    no way you will survive.   You make a last ditch effort    to overcome the odds.   You feel yourself succeeding    instead of falling off.         CHORUS