Dear Luke. We fell in love so quickly. I figured I'd write you and fill in the gaps that we didn't have time to fill. Here's what you need to know about me. Music is my everything. But every time I sit down to write something, all my medical problems get in the way.
Cassie
Dear Cassie. I'm a third-generation marine. I thought that by enlisting, I could earn back my dad's respect. Now that I'm actually here, I'm doing it for me.
This goes out to all you American heroes. A brand-new song.
Cassie
We are drowning in our eyes, don't know what we'll find
Not sure should we fly or fight this, we are terrified
Pretending that we don't care
But tension cuts, cuts the air
We're more than scared, I'm drowning in your eyes
I am terrified
Letting my fears show until I can face them
Letting my tears go until I can taste them
Hell, what do I know where you and I'll go
But dammit I hope you come back home
Not sure should we fly or fight this, we are terrified
Pretending that we don't care
But tension cuts, cuts the air
We're more than scared, I'm drowning in your eyes
I am terrified
Letting my fears show until I can face them
Letting my tears go until I can taste them
Hell, what do I know where you and I'll go
But dammit I hope you come back home
Cassie
