Too Late

you've gone and left me
and know I wonder how
you think that I'll be fine
but I'm really losing my mind

you think that I'm okay
but I tell you there's no way
to escape this living hell
Things get better, so they tell

you see it in my eyes
to me it's no surprise
I'm as dead as dead could be
all because you believed

those little lies I told
I must be good I had you sold
I tried not to make you worry
not to force you to hurry

but my time now has run dry
I've no more tears to cry
Alone here I am laying
dying while I'm praying

God Save Him... it's too late for me.

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