Apr 2016
Run to the river, and take off all of your clothes,
no one is there to see that you're only made of skin and bones.
Doesn't it hurt not sleeping, and starving yourself every day?
Run to the river, and wash all of your pain away.
Down by the river by the boats
Where everybody goes to be alone
Where you won't see any rising sun
Down to the river we will run.
I walk to the borders on my own
To fall in the water just like a stone
Chilled to the marrow in them bones
Why do I go here all alone
I can tell by the pain in your eyes, you never go to the riverside.
no one is there to see that you're only made of skin and bones.
Doesn't it hurt not sleeping, and starving yourself every day?
Run to the river, and wash all of your pain away.
Down by the river by the boats
Where everybody goes to be alone
Where you won't see any rising sun
Down to the river we will run.
I walk to the borders on my own
To fall in the water just like a stone
Chilled to the marrow in them bones
Why do I go here all alone
I can tell by the pain in your eyes, you never go to the riverside.
I live in the valleys in South Wales, growing up I had some psychological disorders, and I would go for long walks to clear my head. There was this little bridge over a river, and I would sit there for hours drawing and writing poetry, I just felt free there, I've never forgotten that feeling.
