Mypos
May I take this seat and eat with you
I'll share my lunch and sing to you
I have stories to tell of 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 wrongs
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
you room your cage, it's decorated with
fantasies of lives not yours