i fear i may be a Judas,
for crimes against a heart
would i risk it all for a dream
could i throw away my hands creation
tears,pain,sorrow are no excuses
yet i revel in my dream
my heart not stomach grows hungry
desire clouds and sways my thinking
i am intoxicated,subdued and i like it
will you be my addiction
will you make me forget
will your lips erase my past
will your hands create a new me
will you listen at night when i whisper into darkness
will you watch while i bleed
i fear i may be a Judas
for crimes against a heart