It's too late to say you're sorry,
Too late to make amends,
Too late to make it up to me,
Looks like this is the end.
It's too late to forget,
Too late to turn around,
Too late to go back,
To the life that's left unfound.
It's too late to say it's a mistake,
Too late to apologize,
Too late to beg for mercy,
Too late to finally confide.
It's too late to find out what's wrong,
Too late to rectify,
Too late to stitch back the threads pulled free,
Too late to just rewind.
It's too late to come and tell me,
That a mistake had been made,
Too late to finally realize,
Too late to stay unafraid.
It's too late to snap back to reality,
Too late to understand,
Too late to finally notice me,
I have a right to reprimand.
It's too late to say you're sorry,
Too late to make amends,
Too late to make it up to me,
We both know it's the end.
~Liv
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