The Winding River

I let myself get bitter.

I let myself get cold.

like a rainstorm on a river,

I always overflow.

I let myself get cold

In the freezing waters below,

I always overflow.

I let my feelings go.

In the freezing waters below,

My thoughts just turn to ice,

I let my feelings go.

Drifting off the path...

My thoughts just turn to ice,

like a rainstorm on a river,

Drifting off the path...

I let myself get bitter.