The bridges I’ve burnt,
They make me, who I am,
They have scared me,
Torn me apart,
But they have shown me, who I really am,
Underneath all this hurt and pain,
I know that they can’t always be rebuilt,
The bridges I’ve burnt,
There have been many bridges through my life
Some have cut me like a knife,
Others have shown me love,
As pure as a white dove,
But all of them have helped make me,
Who I am today,
The bridges I’ve burnt,
They tell the story of my life,
They have cut me up,
Left me for dead,
But they have made,
Me stronger, and happier today,
I know that I can’t always fix,
The bridges I’ve burnt,
There have been many bridges through my life
Some have cut me like a knife,
Others have shown me love,
As pure as a white dove,
But all of them have helped make me,
Who I am today,
The bridges I’ve burnt,
If I walked down their paths again,
I could tell you step by step,
The journey I would be taking,
This is because it is the journey,
Of my life, of my past,
And I remember all those I’ve shared it with,
And all those bridges I’ve burnt
There have been many bridges through my life
Some have cut me like a knife,
Others have shown me love,
As pure as a white dove,
But all of them have helped make me,
Who I am today,
There have been many bridges through my life
Some have cut me like a knife,
Others have shown me love,
As pure as a white dove,
But all of them have helped make me,
Who I am today