I peel off layers of my past.
My patched up skin is there to last.
I move on endlessly in life,
Bye home, bye family, bye friend.

New place, new friends, new school.
She said, he said, I didn't know.
I'll oil the bridges, let them burn.
I face my back, I won't turn round.

New uniform, new skin, new me.
And mask, to hide my broken past.
But still, the wind brings back the ash.
I'll laugh at times I have cried.
And weep at days, I've shared a smile.
Sometimes I wish, I could go back,
But that old skin no longer fits.
I turn to look ahead again.

She left, I left, we never spoke.
I cut away this layer of time.
I cried, forgotten and moved on.
I've made a promise to myself.

New year, new phone, new class.
Fresh look, which masks old me.
The days go by, the year closes.
He smiled, he said, I wasn't fooled.
I had a promise to hold on to.

She left. She was sick all year.
And on the bench so full of people,
I was left all by myself, again.
In fury I scrape off, another layer.

He & she, she & he, me &...
Loneliness. Just her, my only friend.
She was the only one,
Who saw me through.
This skin has served me true.
And yet I've burned it too.

I've grown older, yet no wiser.
I said, he said, he held my hand.
I thought it would not last at all.
But no, 2 years have long gone,
Before I broke his heart.
Another layer I've removed.

New day, new promise, one more smile.
To cover up the screeching soul.
Each year, have pealed a layer away.
Now, all that's left is inner void.