The Thread
I am barely hanging on by a thread
If I let go, I will surely end up dead
Our love was just a fantasy in bloom
A fairy tale love that ended too soon
Everything you said was just lies
Like all of the tears that you cried
The thread it is getting pretty bare
Cannot keep hanging in cold air
Guess I will open up my hand
Bury me under my piece of land
My memory in your head will fade
Like my body, it will slowly decay