this bridge is falling down and just like it was before,    it's bad, and i made it recur.    crossed the bridge and it caught my attention, an ocean,    diluting frustration.    so i smashed it down in search of contentment,    i fell down and into the ocean but now i am wet,    shivering wasted and i recognize my degeneration.    i can see so clearly now that i am searching for simplicity.    i can face the problem now as i look into the mirror i don't hate you.    as a crutch when i am dependent, i reach out and it won't reject me.    like a blanket when you need warmth it surrounds me but it still feels cold.    i can face the problem now that i am searching for felicity.    i can see so clearly now. when i look into your eyes i don't hate you.