I stride across the broken bridge
And nurse my wounded pride
I jump above the gaping cracks
And ask myself why:
...
You say I am not the same person,
You met one year back,
You say I have changed so much
I seem to be living a lie.
...
Being Crazy
I stride across the broken bridge
And nurse my wounded pride
I jump above the gaping cracks
And ask myself why:
I never dived off the cliff,
Without feeling the need to fly
And never climbed the mountains,
Without trying at night;
The harder I try to avoid being crazy,
The sooner I give up the fight.
I still dream about falling in love
Even though my heart broke twice;
And I dream of fairytales
In the broad daylight.
I swim across the pool
As if I am riding the high tide
I wipe my tears and throw my worries
Because I still have you by my side;
Life is short, being crazy is all
You have to do, to live it right!
This is how life is...still it goes on...and we find another ray of light to follow till the end...be happy...