Like breathing

Although I listen to it everyday
without pause, without end
I listen to your voice over and over
as if trying to grasp it in my hands
listening to every treble
I wrap it around my arms
as if i could see it
over and over it ends
then over and over it starts back again
your voice that I've heard so much,
the last words which you left me with

Though it already sickens me,
How can I stop?
When this is the only thing left for me,
though it hurts to hear those words anymore,
it's more painful to have them be forgotten
so I'll listen, as many times as it takes,
I'll say it, as many times as I can,