Title and repeating line inspired by a flyer on campus that said there was a bake sale "At the end of the bridge." A little something about James. I really can't think of much to say about it. It's what you think it's about.

At the end of the bridge, I'm standing.
Open, for all the world to see.
Arms wide I release myself to you.
A silent plea escapes these pale, blue lips,
As I yearn for change.
Lead me away from mediocrity.
Help me discover a side I've longed to embrace.
Take my hand, free me, don't let me fall.

My hands tremble and grow numb.
Afraid of this transition, of destiny, of you,
To make myself vulnerable to you, without fear that you'll let go.
Are you different?
Equipped with the ability to see my true self.
Could you be the one to disrupt this noise that courses through my head?
And patch this broken smile with yours.
Only yours...

Teetering on the edge, these frozen feet may slip.
Grasping for anything tangible to keep my balance firm.
I'm reaching out for you, screaming out for you.
Accept me, notice me, I'm yours...
Standing on the end of the bridge.