Too Late
Back in the dayI used to wait.
I'd hate seeing you
Feeling that way.
I was there
For the whispered words we'd say
And for the sweet pain
That doesn't really go away.
For the sweet kiss
And the harsh hate,
I just need to tell myself
That its too late.
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