Set the scene, a quiet beach,
The sound of crashing waves,
Sit sending distant memories,
To fading darkest graves,

He loves me, he loves me not,
Petals dancing in the breeze,
Counting off people lost,
I watch the swirling seas,

One was first a dreamer,
Two was but a dream,
Three taught me a lesson,
Things are not as they seem,

Four was the beginning,
That never had an end,
Five was a lover,
Six was just a friend,

Seven had a smile.
Eight was always sad,
Nine acted as if true,
Though was just a fad,

Ten will see the end of it,
Ten will be the last,
Ten will be my future,
Where I leave a fading past,

I cast away from one to nine,
I slowly forget faces,
Leave them sinking in the sea,
Away from fond hearts places.