Hanging on, for my life.
Holding on by a thread.
'Cause if I don't try,
I will fall apart into the hatred of this world.
My hands are bleeding,
This threads cuts through my veins.
But it's all I've got to hold
I hang and pray and struggle
To keep this spark of sanity from growing cold.
A tightrope balance my very life
Hangs by a thread above the abyss of my despair.
If i lose my grip again; oh if I snap.
I will be lost again - a dark relapse