"I need your help."
"Okay."
"You said I could cal if I needed you this weekend."
"I know, what's wrong?"
"Everything is just...never mind."
"Okay, I'm in Barrington, but I'll call you when I get back to Lake Geneva."

Who would have known that it would end like this?
You told me you needed help.
I wasn't there.
You told me I had promised to be there.
I wasn't there.
You told me it was worse than usual.
I wasn't there.
I wasn't there for you.
Now, you're not here for anyone.

You're not here to help us through our problems.
You're not here to scream at the girls who make us cry.
You're not here to tell us to stop complaining.
You're not here to almost crash your car into ours.
You're not here to get food all over yourself at work.
You're not here to rant about how much you hate people.
You're not here to ramble about how much you like Mikey.
You're not here to laugh, cry, sing, hug, or yell.
You're not here anymore.

I'm sorry
I wasn't there for you, now you aren't here for us.
You had reasons to leave.
I just wish I could have been your reason to stay.