Funhouse

It's a little bit funny, it's a little bit tragic. That the love I once felt has turned into magic. Thinking back to where it all began. I was a boy in search of a man. I thought I knew who I was, I thought I knew what I wanted. But all that I am is a vacant house haunted. Haunted by the memory of trust betrayed. My heart has become an amusement park of riches. Not knowing how to stop myself from riding this ferris-wheel of emotions.