They say home is where the heart is So I think I've had homes where been greeted with a kiss No sis, just a miss, I'm talking when I'm older, Younger, I never had a place homlier, Than my grans yard who died when I wasn't hard, I was a yute still getting beaten on by some old fart Next was my nans when she had no more mans, The old prick went and choked leaving now finally safe lands I'm not sad, it's made me who I am and some dad, I wouldn't be able to stand up for myself had you not been mad Sure I wish I'd learnt safely, not hiding the marks The scars, inside and out, keeping my shirt on down the park There's shit that I'll never mention out loud again, That's why I sit here with a paper and a fuckin pen, I can process healthily, no more scarily, my old man's territory I escaped and I'll never return, I created my own glory They say home is where the heart is, But I don't think that I know what love is, Or what my heart wants, or a healthy response, I'm used to protecting, myself defending, People pleasing and backwards bending Copying everything and emotions still pending, My life's a beautiful disaster and I see no ending But I'll continue to try and go on with the learning So yeah nah you heard right, grandads a blight, My old man's a dickhead alright, everyone loves a fight I existed in pure toxicity, myself included complicity But I was the kid, an I didn't even blink yet alone hid I matched your shit, and even leveled it, By the age I could, you didn't mean shit, I hope there's been atleast one day where you felt the guilt Whenever there's something I've built it causes you to jilt, That would be a happy ending, my life mending, Yours descending, justice only just pending, Both of our worlds blending, but just mine ascending No more contending, offending or fuckin defending Just that your life's shit and mine is extending Do you want to know the worst of it all? I genuinely believe he loved me in the way that I fall, For others, and that's why I feel like I'm at a wall They say home is where the heart is, But I don't think that I know what love is, Or what my heart wants, or a healthy response, I'm used to protecting, myself defending, People pleasing and backwards bending Copying everything and emotions still pending, My life's a beautiful disaster and I see no ending But I'll continue to try and go on with the learning There's so much shit that I've got to unfold, Truth betold, and I always put it on hold, Then i get cold, mental health uncontrolled Acting like a right brat kicking the fuck off until I get my hand hold To the idea im sold, I'm too old to work on my mould, But that's wanting to continue with the toxic And I've already managed with so much of the kick, This is the last bit and then I've finally built my rocket They say home is where the heart is, But I don't think that I know what love is, They say home is where the heart is, But I don't think that I know what love is,