I carry this fear, that I'm just another stat,
a man with regrets, he can never take back.
Dying from living, wouldn't be so blue,
if only I could speak, to the ones I knew.
I'd say I'm sorry, from the depths of my heart,
and pray for forgiveness, for my pathetic part.
I'm not a bad man, just abused and confused,
and I will love you till life, serves me as used...