Who will sit with me
Will you sit with me
Listen to the tales I tell
Of a desperate life in need

Who will hold my hand
Will you hold my hand
Without any pretence
And even less demand

Who will sympathize
Will you sympathize
When you finally see the real me
Reflected in my eyes

Who will wipe my tears
Will you wipe my tears
Save them in a mason jar
For use in later years

Who will be the one
Will you be the one
To help save me from myself
And all I have become