Someday i'll find someone who takes my hand and hold it with his heart, he's taking me to somewhere, to the place where he thinks i belong to. He takes me to a house. But after that i'll tell him. It's not a place where a girl like me belongs. "Come in and stay with me, we'll be happy," he says. But i take off my hand from him and say, "this is not a place where the broken hearts go, maybe i'll be happy with you, but my heart, it will always be a mess and still broke in pieces, and you don't deserve to stay here and having fun with me. I'm not happy as you see."

I turn my body, i am ready to go but he takes my hand and says "you're not happy as i am, and thats why i took you here. I want to make you happy and forget about everything that messed you up, about everything that broke you, about him. I want you to be happy. Because i love you, and i'll take every risk, i'll try to make you extra happy, just as extra as he made you this messed."