may i take this seat and eat with you    i'll share my lunch and sing to you    i have stories to tell about places i've been    and people i've met, no one like (you)       why do you cry all alone? where have all your    friends gone? so here's my shirt, now wipe    your tears, and i'll say that it's OK       i can understand all the wrong that you've    been through, so here's my hand. Come walk    with me, i'll take you home, to home, sweet    misery. your home is hell, without the    flames, your dad's a drunk, your mom's his    beer. your room your cage, it's decorated    with fantasies of lives not yours