I'm trying to hold onto a rusty bar,
hanging off the edge, over a sea of hands,
they grab onto my legs and try to drag me down
my rusty bar breaks, and as i fall
a single tear slips

I don't fear death, but i don't want to die
I don't care about how they judge me
And i won't even try to change for them
I would rather die

I hold onto a broken bridge,
one that was once white with splendor
but bricks get mossy, and i slipped
into a rushing river in tar

Time stands still, as i sink
I hear nothing now
And i'm glad
Because they can't judge me now