... but I don't speak.

One month to the day,
that you said you’ll never change,
But as always your promises turn out to be lies.

Walking through the sewers of my broken heart,
see this place, rotten and fallen apart,
this place wasn’t supposed to be this dark.

You and me we used to talk,
in this secret place in the depths of my heart,
where the river floats out towards the dark.

A river once so blue and clear,
but now this seems to disappear,
The river now is nothing but,
acid of sour and venom so bittersweet.

This river where we used to walk,
this river that floats out to the pier,
where the paper boats disappear.

Me, I try to send this note,
float it like a paper boat.

But paper sinks,
and words are weak.

I try,
but I don’t speak.