I'm still the same, burning bridges I'm still damaged, nothing has changed for ages I see everything I've done as a half empty glass And nothing I do will fill it up I'm all the same, on different pages I'm all damaged, but ready for next challenges I see everything I've done as a half empty glass And nothing I do will fill it up I see now that it's all my fault, I'm trying too hard And that is too bad but I will learn, at last How to let go, how to let it go Well, I guess I'll be ok, eventually Because the thing is I've done worse, actually