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.