I'm sorry...
I would like to say goodbye to you when you were with me, You left me without sayin' goodbye and it really hurts me still, I wouldn't want to be a rude guy in your posthumous memory, It's true that I feel guilty that I couldn't save you then... Guilt is exactly what I feel, The pills are makin' me exist, All I do 24/7 is drown in tears, Your voice is all I want to hear... My minute dreams are filled with sorrow, When I open my eyes I feel the horror, You left me alone in this black world, You were the only bright ray of light and now I've lost you and I feel remorse... How do I feel? The sense of guilt... Can I handle this burden? And stay unbroken... HOW DO I FEEL?... THE SENSE OF GUILT... CAN I HANDLE THIS BURDEN?... AND STAY UNBROKEN... I'M SO SORRY THAT I COULDN'T SAVE YOU THEN, I REGRET NOT TAKIN' CARE OF YOU THEN, ONLY AFTER I LOST YOU DID I REALIZE YOUR VALUE, IT'S A REAL TRUTH I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU... I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU... </3
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