I was hurt to answer
Her look benign like cancer
Belying pain in eyes borrowed
Sweaty eyes filled with sorrow
Tomorrow much like this hour
Will be painful, will be sour
Because our sweet went salty
When tears showed our love faulty
It cost me, now I must take
This decision that I must make
Fake my hurt and live the Love
Or burn with Truth that lies above
Love or Truth, is that the question
Can we live sans the solution
Can we stand up, can we move
Its in our hands, its up to You
"Forever doesnt seem so long when Im with you." -Istallica
