We’ll cross that bridge when it comes And when it does, I take the river Wet stones beneath my feet I act suprised when I fall It hurts to look back on what I have done The mistakes made make me bitter Instead of fighting I flee I could have had it all I want to forget my downfall Because the parts that repeat Force me to reconsider: Have my efforts come undone? If people never change, no one Then what justifies an omiter? Responsibility escapes, And I really am a quitter