Suds
TOM THACKER
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.