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