Truth

Getting back to the disaster

Folding my hand back into the deck

Watch my life - train wreck

Thought about Friday nights

Internal struggles - eternal fights

There ain't no coming back

Teardrops hit the ivory and black

Forest fires in the night sky

Sounds of oceans sounds of lies

Daybreak or fragile dawn

Dew drops glisten on the lawn

Fresh cut grass begs me to ask

Was it real? What did I feel?

Reality bites the hand that feeds it

Life, the hand that really needs it

A hand of cards left me stranded

On this island I have landed

Lonesome and cold

Slowly growing old

One day soon I'll wake up to find

The truth is a myth that fooled all mankind