Testo Regrets

This beautiful saint is bleeding, fall poi-
Son words as arrows fly, while distant
Thoughts intrude like poetry, some
Apprehension and some regret

Why can't it be like it used to be?
Why can't it be like it was?
Here I am thinking about you
Whenever I close my eyes I'm dreaming of you
And if I have to live my life without you forever
I can close my eyes and dream of you

Life can be so cruel
Take away these regrets

A shiny insect, just a plaything?
Have you ever heard the butterfly cry?
Would you sacrifice beauty for the adrenaline?
And would he hate you if he died?

Why can't it be like it used to be?
Why can't it be like it was?
Here I am thinking about you
Whenever I close my eyes I'm dreaming of you
And if I have to live my life without you forever
I can close my eyes and dream of you