“I'm standing on the bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Isn't anyone tryin’ to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere newI don't know who you are…”
For most part of the past two years, I thought this was my song. Even while I was dating and flirting with some of the most eligible bachelors.
He was one of the best guys that happened to me. He crossed miles just so that things could be formalized. I don’t know how I ended up being so selfish. I don’t know when things went so askance, when my heart turned perfidious and when I slipped away? Read it true that the street slang of life is one word-irony. Perhaps, I just love being sad. Perhaps, I am not really a nice person to know.