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