You can make me whole again.

Respect goes two ways.
I wish you could fill us in on stuff every now and then.
I don't like finding out I'm moving, weeks after its been decided.
Nor do I like you not telling us where we're going, or how long we'll be here.
Please, just try to think of someone other than yourself for five minutes please.


I'm losing you.
And I think that may be the one thing I won't get over.


This is my cry for help.
This is my plea.
Please, just come rescue me.


Give me a sign or two, tell me if this is for real.
Or maybe, I'm just imagining it.
Please, God, I need this.


I miss you.
I love you so much, I just wanna know everything is okay.