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Dying Thoughts - Cato and Clove
I volunteered for glory,
So I could fight and win
I didn't care about the lives,
Our my committed sin
And now I find myself,
Facing the ultimate price
Losing my life,
And hers to be precise
Maybe I would be satisfied,
If she could win this game
But she faced death as well,
I wonder if it was the same
Did she think of me,
As I am thinking of her
Did she think of those moments,
I wish that had occurred
I wish you were here,
Helping me die
If I said I wasn't scared,
It would be a lie
I wish you could live on,
I wish we had both won
We would go back home,
And run off into the sun
That will never happen,
But I know I will see you again
And we can relive those moments,
Without the fighting and all that pain
So I guess this is the time,
To say those words too
So I will tell you before I die,
I have always loved you
I volunteered for glory,
So I could fight and win
I didn't care about the lives,
Our my committed sin
And now I find myself,
Facing the ultimate price
Losing my life,
And hers to be precise
Maybe I would be satisfied,
If she could win this game
But she faced death as well,
I wonder if it was the same
Did she think of me,
As I am thinking of her
Did she think of those moments,
I wish that had occurred
I wish you were here,
Helping me die
If I said I wasn't scared,
It would be a lie
I wish you could live on,
I wish we had both won
We would go back home,
And run off into the sun
That will never happen,
But I know I will see you again
And we can relive those moments,
Without the fighting and all that pain
So I guess this is the time,
To say those words too
So I will tell you before I die,
I have always loved you
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-hugs cato-