Count to Ten

I remember how we felt sitting by the water, and every time I look at you, its like the first time.

I use to know my place was a spot next to you, Now Im searching the room for an empty seat.
You with your words like knives, and swords, and weapons that you use against me.
Well, count to ten, take it in, This is life before you know who your ganna be.
So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying Im sorry for that night.