Broken bridges can't be sewn
And lost hearts can't be owned
The nature of who I was
Strikes me as the very first
Person who could easily see
Everything that all could be
And the person she wanted to become
Backfired, and then some
To retrace the steps of a forgotten path
Is it too little to call it tough?
But I've changed me and I'll do it again
Aching to spare me from more pain
The tragedy that I never saw
How much of who I was before
But that's it – I wasn't much
Brittle as a vase but strong to the touch
Saw the world through millions of eyes
And never – like me – resorted to lies
Snippets from what I remember
Shine like a dimly lit ember
But it is a fire and it can be spread
Otherwise I'll be nothing but regret.