i put the pen to the paper over and over
i put the pen to the paper to keep the ink flowing
you're gone you're missing you're the ghost in my morning
and my life goes on without you
my life goes on without you
you could've called but you didn't over and over
you could've called to put an end to "what could've been"
but you're gone you're distant a mirage in my rearview
and my life goes on without you
