Once you've lived in a world full of darkness and pain
where the only sunshine that you feel is the rain
where your heart stops at least seventeen time a day
and you're forced by your own tongue to lie, "I'm okay"

where you've buried your hate in the holes in your heart
where you wake from a bad dream and can't tell them apart
where a hug from a friends feels like ice on your skin,

It's nice to find people who've been where you've been