Paper Heart

This tiny paper heart of mine,
Feels like it's in a paper shredder,
The people I trust are all wrong,
And I doubt all the right ones,
I'm looking for perfection,
But I'm going in the wrong direction,
Is there a sign to lead me,
To where I'm supposed to be,
And I'm wondering if you,
Could have possibly knew,
That I was going to go insane,
And not even remember my name,
And I'm, oh, so curious,
If this silliness is serious,
I know I'm utterly confused,
And I've lit the fuse,
I'm a bomb waiting to explode,
Because I'm tired of this monochromatic mode,
So tell me now,
How was this supposed to go down,
I'm not going to make it far,
With my little paper heart.