They say that home is where the heart is
But when has my heart ever steered me in the right direction?
I believe it to be that my heart has had its faults.
My heart has leaned me toward the past
And prevented me from moving forward.
My heart has betrayed me, loving someone
Who never, not once, loved me.

So how can I call something
I barely even know myself,
A home?

Home is where the heart is to some,
But to me, the heart is where I become numb.