Too Late

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Too Late
As I get lost in thoughts
As I think about what could be
I remember all the missed shots
And the times I said maybe

I just wish I grasped
What those smiles meant
But I just left it unasked
I wish I wasn't blunt

But now I know
It wasn't only me
Now there's no use tho
Even if I plea

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