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I count the ways i may have let you down,

started on my fingers, now toes are running out,

any single moment could have changed the image

that you had of me or changed your decision,

cause before you left i felt something, now Italy,

becomes the destruction of the kid in me,

never have i seen such a beautiful person,

compared to nothing, any comparison only worsens,

so i try to get over, end all feelings i have,

cause i can't hurt a girl down this path,

i think more then ask so i'll always be,

a man of my word, a man of my country,

if only you saw a little in me,

then you would have returned from Italy,

kept me off Kath, and kept me off the end,

if only "i changed" wasn't what you would send.