A girl walks down.   A boy walks out.   What does she say?   What does he shout?   You can't take it all with a grain of salt.   All these things just don't add up.   One out of three, so saddening.   Seventy eight an hour over a day.   No excuses, no explanation.   A world of deaf ears make a voice silent.   Trust is one of our only defeats.   Beneath our skin, walls created taller than us.   An awkward silence explaining her recovery.   A pin drops, pick it up, an excuse for pausing.   You can't take it all with a grain of salt.   All these things just don't add up.   One out of three, so saddening.   Seventy eight an hour over a day.   No excuses, no explanation.   A world of deaf ears make a voice silent.