Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

In The Smoke Of War

You never told me,

Where you were going.

You never told me.

And now your showing,

The truth.

It hurts to know.

The truth...

I can't stay low.

I can't hide behind this empty cup.

I can't stay low.

I can't hide all of it up.

Sometimes you left,

But you always came back.

You really left.

Will you come back?

You leave with an 'I'm sorry'.

I can't believe it.

You left with 'I'm sorry'.

It's hard to believe it.

Drowning in sadness,

Like sake poured in my cup.

Sadness draining,

Like the hangover coming up.

Oh, how I wish you'd come back.

Am I pathetic?

Will you come back?

I will see you in the hectic,

Smoke of war?

Maybe you'll listen.

In the smoke of war.