Things are getting harder and harder and harder Seems like I barely get by The days are getting shorter and shorter and shorter I just can't find enough time It's all around me The fear of failing ...

Where to run to, where to hide, much to full to swalllow my pride But I'm still haunted by something inside as if another part of me has died. Paralyzed, I close my eyes, the pain inside surro...

I'm at the end of my rope...I'm at the end of my rope...I'm at the end of my rope...I'm at the end of my rope...At the end of my rope...At the end of my rope...I'm at the end of my rope...I'm at the end of my rope...At the end of my rope...At the end of my rope

At the end of your rope...You're at the end of your rope...You're at the end of your rope...You're at the end of your rope...You're at the end of your rope

I'm at the end of my rope ...And in the end - it's no surprise ...I'm at the end of my rope ...I'm at the end of my rope

At the end of my rope ...At the end of my rope ...At the end of my rope

to a thread at the end of a rope... to a thread at the end of a rope... to a thread at the end of a rope

Ed was at the end of his rope, an expression he detested. "There is no rope!" he would scream at the laughing walls. "There is only the end. No hope, No rope. Ending is better than mending. Doors of perception, winodws of opportunity- these are illusinos, like the killing floor." Ed spoke in a squeaky whiny voice with perhaps a slight tinge of glee, but this was only because he couldnt be bothered to develop a manner of speaking that truly reflected his mood. "This is a vacuum. There is no air in this room. Despair is no fun anymore. Nihilism knocked three times on the ceiling, but the rosy fingers of dawn always insterted themselves in the nose of unfulfilled promises. Angels sang Heysanna Hosanna. Paralyzed prima-donnas danced in the streets all day, but when the darkness came, everybody went home. I was ready- everyone else was asleep. And while it may have been a relief to see that I was right all along, here I am still: alone and trapped, awaiting the endless end.

At the end of your rope ...At the end of your rope ...At the end of your rope

fades away, at the end of my rope I'm waiting. ...f from my pain, the end a suicide?

uicidal way, by the end of the rope ...uicidal way, by the end of the rope

This is the end you see ...By the end of the rope ...By the end of the rope

At the end of a rope he'll hang...At the end of a rope he'll hang...From the end of the gallows

At the end of this rope ...Rope at the end of the line

At the end of my rope again ...At the end of my rope again

You're at the end of the rope. ...You're at the end of the rope.

st as I come to the end of my rope...st as I come to the end of my rope