Always Too Late
Timing is never right in my head.
One moment, flying past me again and again:
The times when I was happy with you.
When you think about those days,
And see me in those memories,
Do you remember the happiness?
Or do you think that we never should have been together,
Since that beginning was too perfect to be true?
Then sometimes, there are the days when time goes normal,
And that’s when you’re mad at me for something stupid I said.
If only I could take those words back,
To be happy again, like we were in the beginning.
Or maybe, just maybe, we always had an expiration date.
And finally, there’s the time when it moves so slow,
That it doesn’t seem to move at all.
By then, we’re not together anymore, and everything’s depressing.
It’s over, it won’t work, and it wasn’t ever meant to be.
Those painful words flow through my head every day,
And you said that to me.
But why did you have to do that?
Why did you have to break me inside, and leave me broken in half?
So, I stand here, weak and insane from your words.
Instead, I’m always too late for you,
And you’ll never be there for me.
I’m just always too late.