It's so easy to get lost
In distant times an broken chains of thought
It keeps coming back to me
And although it's long ago
It still feels like yesterday
I used to run away but now there's no escape
And my reflection disappears
The images inside my mind evaporates
So listen to my lamentation
This final transmission before I terminate
What if I had known the cost?
Would I have chosen differently?
Would I have chosen differently?
Would it be the same?
Before I terminate it all