when it is too late?
When is it too late, when love decides to no longer wait?
You go on for so long, not wanting to believe we belong.
For years you carry that weight, turning your back on Fate.
Perhaps I was wrong, but I still only want to sing your song.
You go on for so long, not wanting to believe we belong,
wondering what is true…when to quit….what to pursue.
Perhaps I was wrong, but I still only want to sing your song.
Hear the music calling you; what does your heart say to do?
Wondering what is true…when to quit….what to pursue...
the questions plague me, and my heart and head disagree.
Hear the music calling you; what does your heart say to do?
It’s a lonesome place to be, waiting within a silent plea.
The questions plague me, and my heart and head disagree.
Battle scarred from long ago, not sure how to let go.
It’s a lonesome place to be, waiting within a silent plea,
and before you know, you’re at the end with nothing to show.
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