by Zane Grogan

Created on: August 31, 2011

I look at my hands and they disappear slowly,
They reach for you but they feel unholy.
How will I know if love is real or fake?
Will you be beside me when I wake?

Truth or dare? Or dare to dream?
Daring the truth with God's Scheme.
Finding the light within your heart,
Tears up reality from the start.

Why do I feel like, I'm riding in a hearse?
Parallel to the ground, in my own universe.
I feel tired and I feel weak,
Cannot stand, cannot speak.

Just thoughts accompany me as I look,
The ground trembles, as my heart is shook.
When I'm with you, my world bleeds true,
Without your love, the red turns to blue.

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