In this winter setting
my story will be told
of a night now so long ago
bitter and so cold
I could not take it anymore
I could not bear to stay
yet in a strange sense;
nor could I go away.
I went to a place
where it could be done
the Golden Gate they call it
a persuading song it sung.
Walking up the sidewalk
of this mighty bridge of fame
I wondered to myself
was it ever worth the pain...
the wind sang a lulliby
as I stared into the blue
it killed to know it was all a lie
and no one was told the truth
it's too late now
I'm over that's that
I've given up the fight
I've hung up my hat
No longer the helper
now the hurt
but if it helps to know I'm sorry
I'll say it for all it's worth
I tried intoxicating my pain away
but it only made it worse
I tried to bleed the problems out
but each cut was like a curse...
I pulled a box from my coat
and held it over the river below
second thoughts occured
but "it's for the better" I'd wrote
It rattled as it fell
and gently smashed apart
no more emotions would I know
I just killed my shattered heart
I'd probably have felt better
if I wasn't so numb then
but now I feel no pain
and I could live again
but looking back
I see it was a mistake
for I blocked out love
when I blocked all the hate.