My heart's at too many different places at a time,
Like it's searching for something that's non-existent,
Once I thought it hit gold but it was just metal scrap,
Now I'm just going to stop hoping and maybe start living,
Living might be impossible when there is no one to trust,
No one truly loves who I am,
They just love what they see and can have,
That's facts and that hurts me sometimes.