A/n: Written circa April 1999, I was 12.

White blood drips
From a red tin face,
Red blood drips
From another
Their hands touching...
For they were lovers once,
In that far away land
Called If Only...
If Only he hadn't been so bold
If Only she'd been bolder
If Only he hadn't been so young
If Only she'd been older,
But their hands still touch
And they were lovers once...
In that far away land
Called If Only...
White blood drips
From a red tin face,
Red blood drips
From another,
But their hands still touch
And their lips still smile
And they always had been lovers.