Dead Phoneline

I pick up the phone
but I should have known
It was a mistake
the one chance I shouldn't take
but I did it anyways
and now I fear I will pay

I never knew you
but I hope that I will
Yet how can I meet you
once you've been killed?

I listen, without a choice
no control except listening to the echoing voice
I listen still
and my head fills
with questions and thoughts
wondering the answers to things I know not

I never knew you
your blood spilled
How can I meet you
once you've been killed?

I can't let go
of the phone I hold
in my trembling hand
I just can't understand
how can you speak to me
You were killed when I was three!

I never knew you
but I do against my will
Now over the phone, I speak to you
even though you've been killed..