Useless Heart

I carry within a heart that is useless

I wish to rest, he dreams of success
Late in life, to him I would confess
We both use to be friends, I guess
Now estranged like day and night
I ask for peace, he's first to start a fight
Tell him go left, he marches to the right
Ever since someone broke him apart
He sings the blues like sadness is to art

-- Louis Mercier

PS: Listen heart, you are not the boss of me;)