We’re walking on a razor’s edge,

Bound by threads that barely stretch.

Every word, a fragile string,

Tension builds, the cracks begin.

The tempo races, my heartbeat skips,

Caught in the sway of your fingertips.

We pull, we tear, but don’t let go,

Fragile ties in the undertow.

Fragile ties, we’re holding on,

A love so weak, yet feels so strong.

The rhythm pulls, the fabric frays,

Will we survive another day?

Every glance, a silent plea,

A quiet war, just you and me.

The space between is wearing thin,

A battle neither side can win.

The tension snaps, but we still cling,

Caught in the echo of what could’ve been.

Each step we take is on the line,

Fragile ties that twist and bind.

Fragile ties, we’re holding on,

A love so weak, yet feels so strong.

The rhythm pulls, the fabric frays,

Will we survive another day?

The drumbeat hits like thunder’s cry,

A love so tender, we can’t deny.

But every drop of bass reveals,

A bond so brittle, it barely heals.

Fragile ties, we’re holding on,

A love so weak, yet feels so strong.

The rhythm pulls, the fabric frays,

Will we survive another day?

As the music fades, the silence grows,

The fragile ties no longer hold.

A fleeting love that couldn’t stay,

The ties we had now drift away.