I hope you’ll call me so that we can talk for a while,
Because despite all this pain, your voice still makes me smile.
And yes, I know eventually our conversation will have to end,
But tonight, do you think it would be alright, if we just played pretend?
Could we pretend that for a few hours we don’t have to be grown?
Pretend that all this pain I’m feeling is entirely my own.
Could we pretend that for a night you can’t see all these scars?
Or pretend that for a night I don’t dream of crashing cars?
It’s okay if you can’t pretend, pain’s not something you should ignore.
Instead we could sit in silence, I promise I won’t get bored.
Or maybe you’d rather make promises we swear we won’t break ever,
Or just say stupid words like love, need, and forever.
I don’t think I’m asking for much, just a temporary reason to stay.
I just want a few more hours before I have to fade away.
Please don’t make that face, I can’t exist just for you,
And no amount of tears could ever make that true.
In the end , it’s inevitable, we all have to disappear,
Though you don’t have to be afraid of being left alone my dear.
I may end up being gone, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t call,
Even if I can’t say anything at all.
I promise that for you this number will never disconnect,
Because this voicemail of mine may be the only voice of mine left.
Me & a mask 