Cause I if I don't try, I'm gonna fall into the hatred of this world. And If I don't try I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fall...
My hands are bleeding, this thread cuts through my veins; But it's all I've got to hold. I hang and pray and struggle everyday, To keep this spark of reality from growing cold.
And If I don't try I'm gonna fall, I'm gonna fall...
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.