Whose Fault Is It That We Are Alone

I'm laying here At your feet Waiting, come near So discrete You know You only had to call me And I'd gladly interject I'd be your proud enlistee You don't have to be perfect You know You look so sad Come hither Scaintily clad Don't wither I know I didn't either know my place Or I did not want to care You did tresspass on my case I was fine walking on air I know This is not written about a fantasy. This is a true story about a troubled person who I know. They are sometimes scared of taking the leap, but I still hold out for them. If you feel scared or unsure about someone, tell me about it. I may be able to get inside this person's head with your help.