Here i sit in my pity,
worrying some guy from Italy,
will take all the good i know,
and erase all the feelings she used to show,
please don't fall in love with someone else,
don't just place me in the back of the shelf,
thanks for the help, i'm truly sorry,
but one thing i can never show you is worry,
cause the amount i think and the amount that's true,
are two numbers that have nothing to do
being spoke of in the same line,
if you fall, i'll catch you, time after time,
after time after time, after this trip,
please don't give me the painful slip,
that girls leave behind when they overnight take a ship,
to the next unlucky victim stuck on drip.