It was too late.
They said they’d always be there
They said they’d always show their love
They said I was never alone but
It was too late.
They said I’d never feel so hallow or so cold
They said another thing or two
But it didn’t even matter
It was too late.
I already felt so alone
I already became so hallow and so cold
I already had fallen way, way, too deep
It was too late.
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