Maybe it’s cold of me to be
So unaffected
But I’ve disconnected

I guess growing up just means
Finding a way
To deal with pain

This house I built is not your home

Guest come and they go
Glass houses filled with stones
We learn to give and take
Well some of us break

This house I built is not your home
It’s mine
And I can burn it down anytime

You’ve come but you’ll go
And when we’re done throwing stones
We’ll see who gives and who takes
But I’ll always break

Building Houses
Copyright 2007 by Joel Michalak