you say its not the way you cry
that keeps you distant and cold
you said the world has lost its touch
and all its embers grey and old
you sit alone in your room late at night
but yet you always say to me that everything is
AL--
RIGHT
and its fine with me
ill watch as you run
far away from here
far away from me
you lost your direction
you lost my reflection
happiness is a tear a way

you wondered what its like to die
your at the end of your rope
i am known for being all ears
to your problems which you cant cope
you hate the mirror when tear drops ruin the sight
all your values are mixed up but you still say they
are
IN-
SIGHT

Dont you realize that I am your HOME