How Can I Exist Without Your Grace

How can I exist without your grace? Your sharp tongue or your liberal lies? I keep breathing, believing  in dry tears Where do I go now that I'm saved? Lost in your love or drowning inside? I keep feeding, these feelings with even more lies Who do I tell about your curvature heart? Beating as drum displacing my tongue I keep seeding these feelings, I'm now stuck on you What a strange feeling, am I swimming in doubt? Holding up my head for scent of your trust. I keep misreading, intending to dive in headstrong How do I start to make sense of what's truth? Where do I go to get real answers? Who can relate what is muddled in fear? What can be said? What can be done? I keep my heart on a golden yarn Weaving out my love as your delicate scarf Seemingly, I'm bleeding on nothing but love I keep my words as an angel's feathers Soothing at the touch yet a source of restraint Finally, possibly, seeing the 'truths' sold to me