As I sit on the bridge,
And look to the water below,
With my legs over the ridge,
I peep death
Where all flesh and bones are bound to go,
But it doesn’t interrupt my breath,
For I know it is not my time,
As I have not grown too sublime.
I am in deaths contempt
As I sit on the bridge,
And look to the water below,
With my legs over the ridge,
I peep death
Where all flesh and bones are bound to go,
But it doesn’t interrupt my breath,
For I know it is not my time,
As I have not grown too sublime.
I am in deaths contempt