The bus comes soon and we have to say are good byes
i dont no if i should cry or be happy that ur fullfiling ur dreams...
there you go off to the and of war and heres me not knowing if ill ever see u again....
i pray every night that you will be ok but thats not enough if i could just get a phone call or something i wouldnt be such a wreck....
i want u to no im gunna miss you and il be here wen u get home...
