I don't remember when we first met
And I doubt that memory will come again...

It starts with a story
That someone overhears...

Quiet, quiet, quiet
That will be my tone...

Can you help me?
I need something to grasp...

Everyone has layers
And that's including me...

I'm learning how to count today
I have my razor and tears...

We build ourselves up
And watch as we fall...

I need to get this out
I don't care who sees...

Life taught me to never
Think people will always be there...

All hope is lost
At least in his eyes...

Quickly as the days come
They seem to slip away...

Salt and blood
Tears and red...