• Standing on this bridge with nothing but the

    Faded photographs and pretty little lies

    You handed me so thoughtfully

    With a smile I thought would last somehow

    And the days drag on more slowly

    Than ever before when I used to know

    What time it was and where I’m at

    Now that the fog rolled in I can’t see

    The road ahead, guess I looked to far

    To know where I was going

    But now I dig through my things

    I got my mask again

    To hide the broken soul inside so maybe

    People won’t see the pain and just

    Smile at me and wave just like before

    So now, I throw the photos out

    Into the air so wistfully

    Crumple up the lies, and I wanna lock them up

    Inside my heart, but there they’ll rot

    So I take the crumbled pieces of my dreams

    Mix them in with those lies

    Strain them through my fingers till

    The oceans of those tears I cried are gone

    And now I sit here, thinking

    When will the pain finally go away?

    Is it true that time heals all wounds?

    Cause I’m still bleeding, even though

    The cut had been there from the start

    Crimson puddles at my feet and

    I just can’t do anything anymore

    So I’ll sit here on my bridge

    Watch as people pass along

    Smile and wave, and cover up my scars

    Make sure that mask is on nice and tight

    To keep my tears from spilling out

    Till maybe I’ll get sick of it

    Glancing over the edge, a long drop down

    If I’m lucky I will grow some wings

    But luck had never really been my thing so

    As I drop I’ll smile cause its what he wanted

    Don’t try to catch me, cause its just too late

    Just too late…