All my troubles have found me today "When will I hit the ground?" I hear myself say But I just keep on falling weightless and half asleep But I know someday those troubles will be mine to keep Right now I'll put it off Right now I will be shoving off Downwardspiral I have always heard you pay for your mistakes But what currency will be accepted at that gate? Have I cried enough? Have I thought about it enough? What's going to count when the road turns rough?