Home

Home is a place were you feel secure.
Home is a place were you feel there care.
Home is were you feel loved.
But to me... Home is a place were i feel trapped.
Home is my prison.
Home is my destruction.
Home is were i fall apart.
So i say to you why do you stop me.
It is only a cut that will never heal.
It is only a cut that sheds no tears.
Its only a small part of me to fall.
You say that you love me.
I tell you i love you then,
I stop and look into your eyes for once happy.