Hurt People Are Hard To Love

They say home is where the heart isBut sometimes home lies in your dreams—Where all the world you're not familiar with, but still love, can be seen"It's magical", that's how I'd describe a dreamThe things you've never done or been before are suddenly realBut home can also be in the ground—Where you lay flowers to cover up the reality of what used to beOnce it was a house where everyone laughed, but now There's nothing left behind but memories and remnants of loveThen sometimes home is in someone...