Heard your soft, smooth velvet voice on the phone. That voice I constantly used to hear every night for hours on end, that voice that was an angel's lullaby to reassure me to my sweetest dreams, that voice that was the perfect melody to my ears. It made my heavy heart sink like a rock. And after all this time, you still managed to make those butterflies come fluttering right back to where they were from the very start of our explosive chemistry. After all this time, I should have known that you'd let me down, right down to my weak, delicate heart. You know, you were right; I was incomplete, it's possible that I still am. And I could never write down what I mean by that. But if you told me that the world was ending tonight, then that would be fine by me. As long as your precious voice was the last thing I heard. Hey, babe, I feel as though I failed you. I feel as though you didn't want me. I keep kickin' myself. I will always wonder why you left because you never gave me a real reason, you kept me guessing. It seems as if it will always remain a mystery. An unsolved puzzle that I will pack away in my memory box, forever.