I've done things, I wish I could undo
I've regretted them, and this is very true
But what is a lie
Is that if I were to die
I'd cast myself away
And regret who I am, on my dying day
There have been mistakes I've made
And debts I've paid
But I wouldn't want to live
If there was no gift to give
I wouldn't want to stay
I'd wish to go, on my dying day
I've had frowns and smiles
I've travelled millions of miles
I've been all the places I've wished to be
I've seen all the things I've wished to see
So when I know it's time, I'll be okay
I'll be satisfied, on my dying day
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC
I've done things, I wish I could undo
I've regretted them, and this is very true
But what is a lie
Is that if I were to die
I'd cast myself away
And regret who I am, on my dying day
There have been mistakes I've made
And debts I've paid
But I wouldn't want to live
If there was no gift to give
I wouldn't want to stay
I'd wish to go, on my dying day
I've had frowns and smiles
I've travelled millions of miles
I've been all the places I've wished to be
I've seen all the things I've wished to see
So when I know it's time, I'll be okay
I'll be satisfied, on my dying day
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