the summer sun's first rays stained the river red
i am the waterfall, providing the sorrows
little tear droplets all pile up, now im swimming in a pool of blood
i cant even tell if im alive or dead

as the season changes over, how fitting is it
that the river runs red once again as summer's last rays fade
maybe i hid so well that even i was blind to my own facade
and now im too far gone, swimming
swimming

swim