My Way(maiuei) シーナ＆ロケッツ

And now , the end is near ;
And so I face the final curtain
My friend , Ill say it clear ;
Ill state my case of which Im certain

Ive lived a life thats full
Ive traveled each and every highway
And more , much more than this ,
I did it my way .

Regrets ? Ive had a few ,
But then again , too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway ,
But more , much more than this ,
I did it my way .

Yes , there were times , Im sure you knew ,
When I bit off more than I could chew ,
But through it all , when there was doubt ,
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way .

Ive loved , Ive laughed and cried ,
Ive had my fill ; my share of losing
And now , as tears subside ,
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that ;
And may I say , not in a shy way ,
Oh no , Oh no not me
I did it my way

For what is a man ? What has he got ?
If not himself , then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels ;
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way !

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain

I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets？ I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption

I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill; my share of losing
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing

To think I did all that;
And may I say, not in a shy way,
Oh no, Oh no not me
I did it my way

For what is a man？ What has he got？
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way！