Old Friend

It's been 7 days and four weeks
since you spoke your mind to me
I let you walk away
proving I was insane
and I can't put myself back together
the pieces wouldn't fit the same
so I guess it doesn't matter.
lines drawn in the sand
but now if I had the chance
just 60 seconds of your time
that I could steal
to tell you how i feel
whats going through my mind
I'd say your my type of cancer
you're probably better off away from here
Let the fact that I'm hurt
and its only getting worse
just remain a whisper
 And if you ever pass by this way again
stop by to see an old friend.