One Left to Go

Before the lights, before the fall,
When everything felt right.
Now it's the last thing standing here at the end of tonight.
My phone keeps shaking over it, I know what I should do.
But something in that frozen frame still feels a little true.
One left to go, one left to go, and I'll be free.
One face staring back at me.
I should've done this yesterday, but I'm stuck here anyway.
One left to go, the final test,
Delete the one I loved the best.
It's just a file, it's just a screen,
So why is it crushing me?
Maybe I'm afraid of forgetting,
What it felt like before the end.
Or maybe I just need permission to let go and start again.