Does the river turn me red?
Or is the river just a refuge that I haven't found yet
Do my eyes begin to swell?
Or is the river just a journey to a pathway of hell
I see the river smiling at me when I look in
I know I see the river but where did it begin
When the river turns me red
My reflection is a version of my distorted self
Is the water running dry?
Cause if the river isn't there then we can not survive
Is the river sill alive?
Does the source of the river just fail to derive
Does the river turn me dead?
Cause I'm drowning by the river when it's not satisfied
