No Church Bells

We need to talk
 
Why do I feel my chest tighten or, like every nerve ending is firing at once  
 
We need to talk
 
Nothing ever goes well with those types of words
 
I know what I told you
 
 I should stop this. I know exactly where it's going, and my heart is slowly ripping apart.  
 
I told you everything was over with me and her, but I also told you I would try to make it work.
 
 Why is he still talking? I got it. I'm gone  
 
I would like if we could still be friends
 
 He would like it if we could still be friends. Were we ever really friends to begin with? Now he's looking away because I can't look away
 
 He walks me down the hall as if I was being walked to the chair  
 
I just thought it would be best that I told you in person and not over the phone
 
 He's still talking, and I'm dying  
 
Do you understand where I'm coming from? You would do the same, wouldn't you? If you had a chance to.
 
  What? If I had a chance to do it? He was my chance. Does he not see that?
 
I don't know why I'm trying, but I know it's not going to work. Maybe if you just wait
 
Now he wants me to wait. What? I'm already dead. There are only so many times when you have this kind of talk in a person's life.  
 
He must think I'm strong because I don't cry. He doesn't understand corpses have no tears. All he did was put the nail in the coffin and help them put me in the ground as we talked.