Going Home

I’m, only happy when its dark.
Then, I can’t see it fall apart.
Love, is only happy when its blind.
Then, only those who care are all kind.
Who, who can I call?
Where can I hide?

I’m, only happy when its dire.
Then, I can’t help but self admire.
Hate, is only happy when its due.
Then, never those whose faces are all blue
Who, who can I call?
Where can I hide?
I’m going home.

Ooohh, I’m going home
Ooohh, I don’t know, I’m going home
Ooohh, I don’t know, I’m going home
Ooohh, I don’t know, I’m going home, again.

I’m only happy when its bruised.
Then, I can’t feel me being used.
Truth, is only happy when its hard.
Then, only those who fight are being scarred.
Who, who can I call?
Where can I hide?
I’m going home

Ooohh, I’m going home
Ooohh, I don’t know, I’m going home
Ooohh, I don’t know, I’m going home
Ooohh, I don’t know, I’m going home, again.