As the days go on and on all of the rumors wish to be dust in the wind,
But the fact is they are still lingering in the back of your mind,
lurking around the corner.  
All of it gets to much,
the pain,
you cant spit it out.
Holding on to your mind with cold fingers to keep it from leaving.
People will never understand.
I wouldn't expect them to pretend to care
or throw sympathy flowers at my feet
I wouldn't expect that.