[Verse] Concrete shadows where your footsteps fell, Now I’m tracing every groove, every spell. You crossed the bridge, but you didn’t take the key, Left me locked in the rhythm only you could free. I write each word like a war cry, bold and clear, Not begging, not crying—just saying, "I’m here." [Pre-Chorus] You think distance dims the flame? Nah, it feeds it—burns the same. Every line I write’s a bullet shot from my name. [Chorus] I’m writing love letters to the other side of the bridge, With every word, I’m making the world feel like you did. You moved on, but I’m still a fire in the silence, No map, no guide—but my heart knows the distance. Yeah, I’m writing love letters to the other side of the bridge, And baby, you’ll read 'em when you’re back in my life. [Verse] Your name’s a drum in the hollow of my chest, I’ve got your ghost with me, and I’m doing the best. I’m not waiting, I’m building—fortress, throne, and rhyme, You left the city, but I’ve been making time. No need to come back—I’m already there, In every line, in every stare, in every prayer. [Pre-Chorus] You think time erases what we made? Nah, it etches deeper—etched in my shade. Every sentence I write is a promise in the fray. [Chorus] I’m writing love letters to the other side of the bridge, With every word, I’m making the world feel like you did. You moved on, but I’m still a fire in the silence, No map, no guide—but my heart knows the distance. Yeah, I’m writing love letters to the other side of the bridge, And baby, you’ll read 'em when you’re back in my life. [Bridge] You crossed the bridge, but you couldn’t cross the line, 'Cause I’m not a memory—I’m a design. And when you walk back through that steel and stone, You’ll find me standing where I’ve always known— Not broken, not lost, not waiting in the dust— Just love, with a pen, and a mind that’s built to trust. [Chorus] I’m writing love letters to the other side of the bridge, With every word, I’m making the world feel like you did. You moved on, but I’m still a fire in the silence, No map, no guide—but my heart knows the distance. Yeah, I’m writing love letters to the other side of the bridge, And baby, you’ll read 'em when you’re back in my life. [Outro] You’ll read 'em when you’re back in my life... Back in my life... I’m writing... I’m writing...