A Light To the Bridge

I'm taking a light to this bridge to burn it down. No mothers, fathers, or brothers can help me now. Asking these questions can only breed hurt and pain. What if the answers your seeking are ones you hate? I'm not the one who unraveled hidden curtains. Manage yourself and your pride, not getting words in. How could you coach me if nothing you do is real? All of these facts you've just quoted don't make you feel. Once I decide to let you across the border, I expect help from a hand, not barking orders.