Whenever you're gone
I feel the loneliness close in on me
I'm incomplete
you're my missing piece
When you go
you take parts of me with you
you took my heart first
then my lungs
When I'm done writing this
I'll likely tear it into a million little pieces
or maybe I'll tape it to the door knob
so you'll see it before you leave again
So what do you say
will you stay
this time