They show only shadows of black and blue
Blue when I’m full of sadness
Black when I’m full of hate
Sadness and hate together make bruises
The memories are ill.
The things I can’t remember, they’re never filled.
How could one be so cold?
Black and blue.
Are you, too?
It’s time to fight through the sadness and the anger.
It’s time to make these eyes clear.
It’s time to fill new memories.