line of people to pass you by posing sympathy with their whitewash eyes with the ladies feigning their mourning cries and the men shaking hands weigh away way away as all the pictures in your mind as you re passed the thousandth time thousandth photograph listen to sympathetic lies as their reasons change with their mourning guise with the gentlemen feigning sorrowed sighs and drinking champagne weigh away way away as all the people pass and pose you hold back the tears and hold onto memories small talk hangs like a dirty cloud saying nothing real but deafening loud an urge to run away from the crowd and mourn all alone make a promise to no one wondering if you been worthwhile turn away from the chatter and the hungry smiles