Cross my bridge of thoughts,
In order to explore
Confront the lost intentions,
In order to behold the multitude of anguish
That dwell inside of me
Just turn your head this way
And hopefully you'll see

Break your wall and make yourself see,
What's behind is strong enough to break free
But you know what you have and not what you get,
So I know how you feel

I struggle to decide
Which agony to choose
For better or for worse
No matter, I still lose
Their smiles, deceiving
No point to run away
In my final hour it makes no difference what I say

I am entangled within Frustration's we
Deprived by reason, deprived by common sense
Grant me at least a fraction of your stupendous grace,
And I'll be waiting

Confront the lost intentions,
In order to behold the multitude of anguish
That dwell inside of me
Just turn you head this way,
And hopefully you'll see

You should have swallowed your pride,
And I would drip essence of my strength through love
But now it's too late, now it's too late