Thought you should know,
I still call you every single day.
Straight to voicemail,
but that's okay.
I still google your name when I wake up.
I'm still not ready to give up.
I still live in fear,
of every single tear.
I cut through the pain,
try to not go insane.
The silence closes in, nowhere to run.
I stop calling every day as I feel numb.
Still longing for you to answer me one day,
so I could beg you to stay.
Please tell me your number still ends with a seven,
way up there in heaven...