One of those songs that you feel was written about you.

A Quiet Night At Home, Bare: A Pop Opera
A quiet night at homeSilent nightA joy to pass a quiet night at homeA quiet night at homeAll my friends are goneAnd once again I find myself aloneA quiet night at homeJust me and my good shepherdHe and I can count a million sheepA quiet night at homeFilling up that timeTill finally I get to sleepA quiet night at homeMother's worried glancesTake my hand, smile, sadly sighWords of wisdomTalks of ships and princesSoothing sagas laced with loving liesSadnessWho me sad?A quiet night at homeMy favorite place'Honey, it’ll be okSlim down dear, things will changeFor after all you’ve such a pretty face'A quiet night at homePlay my siren songAttracting none, my ship just wont come inClinging to the rigid rock of agesNever ever even get the chance to sinPassing two productive hoursTearing through a hundred pagesWhat a tale of star crossed loversLife is lived on other stagesPain adores meGod ignores meAlways thinking, thinkingSinking, never dancingNever asked and asking why?Why? then never, never cryFar too cleverBig girlBig girlShips and princesAll gone homeAlone againAgain, aloneA quiet night at homeWith thoughts of whyA quiet night at homeSpent getting by