The river runs red.
A bone-chilling red.
A red so deep you could drown.
The river runs dry
As you start to cry
When you realize that you're coming down.

You look for your razor.
You look for your knife.
You look for your sharp little tools.
You know your addicted
As the wounds you inflicted
Pours out your soul into pools.

You watch it run slowly
Just as you become lonely
Like everyone forgot you were there.
You go through your memory
And start breathing heavily
Because you think that no one will care.

Your addiction is calling
And now you are falling
Into an unending, eternal abyss.
The room's going black now
You want to turn back now
To give him that last farewell kiss.

The river is wider now
Its flowing inside you now
Its pouring your life on the floor.
Your vision, its blurring
But your conscience is stirring
Are you thinking about doing more?
 
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