People can give you happiness, they can give you warmth
They can give you strength, they can give you a shelter
But why is it that it can hurt you like a hunderd times harder?
That your happy place has turned into a dark haunted house
That you have to pass a thousand thorns to go get what you want to get back
Every scratch every wound you bring along, every night you cry yourself asleep
The feeling that's all your fault, it's getting in your head and it eats you
Till you fall apart.. and ask yourself where everything go..where is your home?