We all come in from the cold, we come down from the wire, and everybody warms themselves to a different fire. When sometimes we get burned, you'd think sometime we'd learn, the one you love is the one that should take you higher, you ain't got no one you'd better go back out and find them. Just like children hidin' in a closet, can't tell what's goin' on outside, sometimes we're so far off the beaten track, we'll get taken for a ride, by a parlor trick or some words of wit, a hidden hand up a sleeve to think the one you love could hurt you now. Is a little hard to believe, but everybody darlin' sometimes bites the hand that feeds. When I look around everybody always brings me down, well, is it them or me, well I just can't see, but there ain't no peace to found, but if someone really cared, well they'd take the time to spare, a moment to try and understand another one's despair. Remember in this game we call life that no one said it's fair.