What the hell is going on here,
When all the things I’ve come to know
Are falling down about me?
And all the stability I’ve ever known,
Falls apart around me?

And all the people I’ve ever faced,
Now must differently face me?
And all the lies I’ve been told,
Are now trying to erase me?

And all the things I’d taken for granted,
Are now disintegrating?
And all familiar ways of doing things,
Are being denigrated?

And all the consistent things in this life
Are going by the wayside?
And all the feelings, and the love that I bear,
Might as well have died?