Love is Lonely

Too Late Now

Too Late Now
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I want to hold your hand, so I can hold it while I die.
You know that pill I took, its time to say goodbye.
Too late to cry for, now, I knew that we were through.
The way you made me feel, like I was nobody to you.
So why cry now? What makes you decide to care?
Before you ignored me, like I wasn’t even there.
So, how’s it make you feel to be my cause of death?
You’ll probably tell the next guy, the same lies that you said.
To tell me that I, was the love of your life.
You tell me things again, and they all just turn out lies.