Bridge
I’ve climbed this bridge a thousand times
I’ve been to hell and back
I’ve walked through fire willingly
And I’ve turned myself into a monster
I’ve been to hell and back
I’ve sipped tea with Lucifer himself
He’s turned me into a monster
Yet he’s loved me more than anyone else
I’ve sipped tea with Lucifer himself
He’s quite the host might I say
He loves me more than anyone else
Call me cursed but I am saved
My friend Lucifer is really quite the host
We call each other by first name
I am not cursed, I am saved
And I’ve found beauty in myself through the devil’s eyes
He calls me by my first name
Well that’s what lovers do
The devil thinks I’m beautiful
Look at what this bridge can do
Lovers do what lovers do
And I’ve walked through fire willingly
Look at what this bridge can do
When you’ve climbed this bridge a thousand times
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