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.