One Left to Go

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.