If anyone asks
I'll tell them we both just moved on
When people all stare
I'll pretend that I don't hear 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

He's sitting in a small room with a dim light. In the background music is playing quietly. His legs are pulled against his chest and body covered with a warm blanket, but even that can't warm his cold lonely heart. He's just sitting there and staring at the front door with blank expression.

Is it over yet
Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets
Is this what it feels like to really cry, cry

The dull ache in his chest is unbearable. That horrible feeling like somebody ripped his heart from his body and smashed it against the wall is too painful, too real. He want to pinch himself and wake up from this nightmare, but he can't, every time he open his eyes everything is like it was seconds before, nothing changes.

If anyone asks
I'll tell them we just grew apart
Yet what do I care
If they believe me or not
Whenever I feel your memory is breaking my heart
I'll pretend I'm okay with it all
Act like there's nothing wrong

There is no spark in his eyes, no life at all. It seems like he's not living just surviving. Empty shell without a life, waiting to be smashed by someone.

Is it over yet
Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets
Is this what it feels like to really cry, cry

A single tear is sliding down his cheek. Why? It was supposed to be perfect. It was supposed to last forever. A loud sob wrecks through his whole body as he curls on the couch, and starts silently whipping. He can feel like every part of him is shaking uncontrollably.

I'm talking in circles
I'm lying, they know it
Why won't this just all go away?

When he finally calms himself, he sits up to his previous position dried tears visible on his cheeks, and once again stares blankly at the door, waiting for him to come back, but he know he won't, and this nightmare will last for an eternity.

Is it over yet
Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets
Is this what it feels like to really cry, cry, cry

And because of that nothing else really matters anyway.