Alone and traveling down the empty road,
Crying as I go,
Seeing the choices that you make
And the people that will hurt
YOU HURT ME, BUT I DREAM.

You must have never cared,
As you laugh at simplicity,
Kissing him
And moving on so fast
I'D HAVE LOVED YOU THE SAME.

No truth to your words,
As looking in your eyes
A bullet in my heart,
For the apathy in your own
I MAKE MY OWN RIVERS.

My rivers and you have somthing in common,
Just as fallen for you,
I fall down to depths below,
Sweet wet breath of life...
NEVER SHOWED YOU CARED.

Choices that seem so little,
Now an epitath of their own
And you shall never know how deep my rivers,
Cared for you past, present, and future.
A TRINITY, YOU WILL NEVER, KNOW...