Threads کے بول

Another day the same old hell And digging deeper down into a dried up well And beat and worn and torn to shreds And down to Threads And make it seem like I don't care But that's just the brand of armor I wear Strands of pride hide my regret I'm down to Threads I hold myself together Just to see how much I can take But I'm weary and I'm weathered And I know that I'm bound to break I hold myself together Just to see how much I can take And I'm weary and I'm weathered And I know that I'm gonna break Another night I'll try to sleep There ain't nothing left to hold but these old sheets Because her side of our bed is down to Threads And my poor heart in my chest is down to Threads