Any Last Words?

I wish that I had known the words, to say when I had felt

The final end, the hammers fall, right when the blow was dealt

I've thought of it, more times than I, would care to recollect

And now when I recall it still, I cant seem to forget

Why was it, I couldn't say, what I'd always wanted to

Why was it that I, could not, have made my dreams come true

I've thought it over time again, yet I have always still

Been grateful for what's left unsaid, because now you make me ill :)