Cross the Bridge

Cross the bridge, try to go across.

This bridge holds my thoughts.

This bridge has seen my tears.

I crossed this bridge every time going home.

Even on the nights that I felt I didn't wanted to go home.

I had a feeling he had another girl.

I had a feeling he had slept many girls.

But I kept quiet ,cause I had no proof.

Even do why will my number erase itself from a phone every other week.

So I cross this bridge at night, to clear my head.

Yes its a 5 hour walk home, after a 12 hour shift.

I can scream at this bridge and no one can hear me.

I find that comfortable.

I can yell and let all my frustration out.

After go home and smile.

But there were nights I didn't want to cross the bridge.

I have to ask myself ,you kicked me out yet I still let you have your space.

I stilled complied with you and at the end, you still had the balls to tell me I didn't love you.

Just cause I made one choice of many that I included you in, without you.

So I crossed the bridge again months ago and left you behind.

Yet you still try to linger around like if its going to make a difference.