Burning Bridges
In my hand, I hold the match.
Dropping it I watch it catch.
The raging fire, takes its course.
But I have stone cold feelings, no remorse.
Too many chances you have had,
To be a father, to be my dad.
The hardest lesson I've had to learn,
Your bridge, I'll gladly watch it burn
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