Cross the bridge

Cross the bridge,

no turning back,

pick up the pieces

pick up the slack

search for all that is missing,

for all that you lack

pick up the shattered pieces

of your heart before ot cracks

i set my love for you on the table

and let you take it in

breathe the scent of it,

feel how it feels,

so unbelieviably surreal

the bridge is breaking

wishing you can turn back

you left some pieces,

left the slack

now you are missing

you can't turn back

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