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Another day, the same old hell
Digging deeper down into a dried up well
I'm beat and worn and torn to shreds
I'm down to threads

I make it seem like I don't care
But that's just the brand of armor I wear
Strands of pride hide my regrets
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


Oh, 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 gonna break

Another night I'll try to sleep
There ain't nothing left to hold but thеse old sheets
Because hеr side of our bed
Is down to threads

And my poor heart in my chair
Is down to threads