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.