I've got my hope hanging by a strand, anyone truly understand? If you do, you better take my hand. I'm letting my emotions being *******, I better hang. All this relates I'm going insane. My hope is like thin ice. Each step something has to crack, whatever happens I'll be sure to collect knives in my back. Hope hanging by the strand, I need a hand. My hope is hanging byba string, but that's technically a strand. As the hope I once had, the rope was once tide tight. The love took me up, the hate dragged me back down like and anchor. I need some paper, some help me oh wait you need a favor. The hell out here, we all need to stick together no fear