Draw a Picture In the Blood
If you live in the memories you’ll never see the future.
They say don’t make history repeat but it always does.
They tell you to choose your friends wisely but you can’t.
You can’t change the future, so just draw a picture in the blood.
I’ll keep on living in the past, and I’ll wonder:
Where did all the music go? Where did all the time go?
Where did all the love go? Where did all the thought go?
If I shut my eyes, will it still be the same?
When I open them again, will anything remain?
If I open the gate of stars looking for the answers, I know I won’t find any,
So I’ll just draw a picture in the blood.
War is a harsh creature; the only thing it makes is death.
If I move on I’ll lose the memories, the precious memories,
Of all those good times we had.
So I’ll just sit here dwelling in the past so I won’t forget.
I’ll always live the memories again and again
Because I can always remember if I
Draw a picture in the blood.
Death’s pain is unforgiving; you can’t know it until you’ve felt it.
There’s no way that you can win so just stop.
All you can ever get, all you can ever feel, is regret, so why try?
Why risk losing the memories, never to find them again,
If you can relive the good ones?
Why bother moving on, all you’ll find is another harsh time.
I couldn’t bear living through it again,
Replacing you is impossible because there is no match.
If there was, losing you again would kill me.
So I’ll stay safe from the pain and
Draw a picture in the blood.
Pictures of my memories! When times were good,
Before I left, before you died.
Before the wisdom lied, when happiness reined my life.
That happiness is exactly what you’ll see if you come and look at the
Pictures I’ve drawn in the blood.
Copyright © Temari Halfnote | Year Posted 2010
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