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