Lyric By A Thread

I m hanging here at the end of my rope again
Wondering how I got to the end of my rope again
Praying to God from here at the end of my rope again
Painfully aware it s the end of my rope again

Stretched like a canvas
Nailed to a frame
This is as far as I can go
Who could have planned this
Who s left to blame
Must I always be the last to know

When cracks begin to show
My paintings fall to pieces
Tiny pieces
With no one to claim me
I m

Hanging here at the end of my rope again
Wondering how I get to the end of my rope again
Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again
Praying to God from the end of my rope again

Thought I was able
Thought I was sure
Thought I could keep this thing alive
Much like a diamond
Stuck in the rough
Patience the key to my survival

Well I ve no need
To wait for those around me
I m the one who s found me
And you re wondering why
I m

Hanging here at the end of my rope again
Wondering how I get to the end of my rope again
Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again
Praying toGod from the end of my rope again

Dangling, I m dangling
Swinging, I m swingin
Dangling, I m dangling
Swinging, I m swingin

Hanging here at the end of my rope again
Wondering how I got to the end of this here rope again
Swinging like some laughingstock sort of joke again
Dangling by a thread
Dangling by a thread

It s raining, it s pouring
It s raining, it s pouring