Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter things that you see below. The only thing that I personally own is the plot. Maybe some extra characters too…let's just say that anything you don't recognize as the brilliant writing of J.K. Rowling is mine. If there are any questions just leave them in a review. :)
It's easier to
run, replacing this pain with something numb
it's so much
easier to go than face all this pain here all alone
Although I never took anyone's advice about running away, I wish now that I had. Now, here I am, one of the people explaining that problems will only snowball and get worse over time. Who would have thought?
But things change so fast, one minute you are on top of the world, the next you are slamming into the ground causing you to lose all control. It's crazy. You have no way to adapt to the new way of life before it changes again.
So in theory, running away from a problem is just craziness. Over time the problem will go away or change into something else. Better or worse, who knows? But maybe running away is the solution. Maybe there is no way to fix it. That is everyone's worst nightmare isn't it? Having a huge dilemma and having no way around it. Can't go over it, can't go under it, must go through it kind of dilemma.
But another thing that I have also learned the hard way is that all of these dilemmas build who we are. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, right? Yes, I believe so. Life is a painting. Every step you take is a stoke of the brush. Every move you make is another color adding to the master-piece. All of the dilemmas we have come across are noted on the painting.
Every life has a different painting. I'm sure, for instance, that my good friend Harry has a painting full of confusing colors and clashes representing dark times and inner turmoil. People who are not art experts would say that it was nothing more than a painting to be hung in a café on the corner street. But experts would all agree that the artist who painted it has an excellent inner eye for beauty. The painting matches the way of life.
But then again, sometimes the paintings of your life can surprise you. You see something in a new light and realize that it had a positive influence on you instead of negative. You see that what you thought was a nice thing twisted into the ugly color of black, leaving a streak forever etched across your painting. Be that as it may, it is unique and wonderful.
It is a Picasso.
Something
has been taken from deep inside of me
A secret I've got locked
away, no one can ever see
Wounds so deep they never show, they
never go away
Like moving pictures in my head, for years and
years they've played...
Deep under the top layer of the painting there is a hidden meaning. Maybe something was covered up in your life-time. A horrible lie, a deceiving lover, or maybe just a broken lamp you hid from your mother. But it comes out clearly in the painting if you look hard enough. Something you hid from the world, something painful and enduring is now in plain sight. But however much pain it causes you, it feels better to have it out in the open.
If I could
change, I would, Take back the pain, I would
Retrace every wrong
move that I made, I would
If I could stand up and take the blame,
I would
If I could take all the shame to the grave, I would
If
I could change, I would, Take back the pain, I would
Retrace
every wrong move that I made, I would
If I could
stand up and take the blame, I would
If I could take all the
shame to the grave...
Sometimes I remember the
darkness of my past
Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't
have
Sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back
And
never moving forward so there'd never be a past...
Even though the pain comes back looking at the picture it somehow comforts you now that you don't have to worry about it. When life is over and you see the painting you have made you may want to erase some of the hidden secrets or the horrible times. But even if you did…
It's
easier to run, replacing this pain with something good
It's so
much easier to go than face all this pain here all alone
It's
easier to run...
If I could change, I would
Take back the
pain, I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made...
It's
easier to go...
If I could change, I would
Take back the
pain, I would
Retrace every wrong move that I made, I would
If
I could stand up and take the blame, I would
If I could take all
the shame to the grave...
...in the end, it doesn't even matter.
