I miss you...
Not romantically though,
I just miss you...
'cause you always get me through.

I don't know your face,
But I know how your voice sound.
We'll just talk on that place,
Where our thing was first found.

We would pretend to be bodiless,
'Cause we're just a sentient weird voice.
And all we'll do is talk about stress,
But ****, I really miss that sweet voice.

We would talk every end of the day,
Even though we both are unaware.
What is yet to come, is it life or decay?
But still, we would talk and still, we would dare.

Then my voice started to fade away,
Just like in a movie soundtrack.
You didn't even stay,
Or waited for me to come back.