When I made it here
I broke the bridges behind
Trying to disconnect myself from the past,
Or stop anyone from joining me here.
The grass was greener on this other side,
I didn’t know it was just a season to pass
Now it’s all withered.
The streams have dried up and
The present is worse than the past.
I am wishing I could rewind,
Mend my bridges and turn back,
But I broke the bridges behind.
