What if I could tell you
That I was scared?
What if I could shed
A truth that I fear?

Looks like I'm no superhero
Stuck here at the bottom
I have become the one
The one I have tried to run away from

It's lonely at the bottom
The pit that I have fallen into
Keeps me from reaching you
And there are no stones I can climb on
How will I get on top again?

Am I going to let myself die
With one hand waving for help
And the other bloodstained with injury?