" If anyone asks, I'll tell them we just grew apart. Yeah, what do I care if they believe me or not. When all people stare, I'll pretend that I don't here them talk. Whenever I see you, I'll swallow my pride and bite my tongue. Pretend I'm okay with it all, act like there's nothing wrong. Is it over yet? Can I open my eyes? Is this as hard as it gets? Is this what it really feels like to really cry? "