Everyone wants one, but usually hate to go there... You spend more time there than at home

I was punished for helping my friends I lost my voice but in the end My love for a self centered man Was instrumental in my tragic end.

I dance upon a liquid stage, twisting under a bright embrace. I exist only as a reflection, enlightening that which once seemed dull. Without a sun over my head I have no halo, as I’m dead. What am I?

I can celebrate a winner, decorate a gift, or hold back your hair.

I am the footprint of a falling drop, growing larger long after it stops.