If I could remember what my voice sounded like, 

I would let the whole world hear me scream. 

I've seen it all before, over and over again. 

Decide, reply tonight, (it's over again) and burn these bridges bright. 

Deliver me from the promises that make up the world, 

Or walk me down the same dark path I've seen before. 

Quiet thoughts, whispered words, 

Well-versed notes with desperate measures. 

The fact that "scarlet" just romanticizes what was red all along.