Some nights I really just break down
Standing on a broken bridge
of empty promises
with a sea of words that I don't know how to take
crashing below,
splashing my bare feet
a moon shining overhead
stars twinkling, the words I've never said

Other nights,
I stand on the same bridge
and it's made of happiness
with a sea of words that I've said
splashing at my bare feet
contented breezes blow
the same moon is overhead
and the stars are still twinkling
but this time,
they aren't regrets