When you are on the verge
of certa(i)n death;
You can't help but to think
Of all the peop(l)e
You won't be able to
Say goodbye to.

Of course,
It had t(o) end this way.
I'll be lea(v)ing them all behind,
And joining the fallen
Who have also left them.

I'm just on the list
Of p(e)ople who they couldn't rely on.
I didn't realize the truth.
I was going to die,
Regardless of my resistance.

Even so, my regret is going to
f o l l o w   m e
Into (d)eath
And into the next world.

Because I could tell (y)ou.
I couldn't tell you the truth.
And n(o)w, here I am;

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I'm leaving with regret

Becuase I never told yo(u)

What I felt...