We'll Get to Meet

When I die
I won't keep living
Because living
Is a bit a bitter memory
I loved them
Though I was not able to show it
I tried though
But they're too occupied to feel it

I'll be with others now
I'm happy
I love them more
So there's nothing to be sorry

Let me die now
So there'll be no tomorrow
It'll be fine with me
Because I can't take
Much more of sorrow

If there are things I'll regret
They're the things I did wrong
Pressures caused me to do so
I didn't mean to be so

One last thing I'll ask of you
Pray for me, don't weep
Some other time, we'll get to meet