A river of tears flows down my face
Each crystalline drop is a solitary memory
As I wipe each one away, thinking it's a waste
I realize that loving me is just not meant to be
As the river floods, surrounding me in the past
I see all the mistakes, like looking in a mirror
One more falls and I know it will be the last
This river is running dry, I'm seeing things a little clearer
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
A river of tears flows down my face
Each crystalline drop is a solitary memory
As I wipe each one away, thinking it's a waste
I realize that loving me is just not meant to be
As the river floods, surrounding me in the past
I see all the mistakes, like looking in a mirror
One more falls and I know it will be the last
This river is running dry, I'm seeing things a little clearer
