I stare into the frigid waters, looking at my reflection.
The bridge ends here.
In my world, there are no confections
The bridge ended there.
I am colorless, my face is bleak
The bridge ended.
I know not of what I seek
The bridge stopped here.
Here I find peace, at the edge of the lake
Where the bridge ends.
In my heart, there is still an ache
But the bridge has ended.
There is no hope, I don’t know why
I come to the end of the bridge.
Everyone says “It’s OK to cry,”
I cry where the bridge ends.
Nobody cares, if they do, they don’t show it.
I still come to the bridge.
Only the water cares, but it doesn’t know it.
I remain here.