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Too Late


Relationship
Ripped at the seams
Shards scattered on the ground
Tornadoes tear flowers apart
Petals blanket the ground

(She loves me, She loves me not)
(She loves me, She loves me not)

You broke my heart. 
It tore into a thousand pieces.
You struck me down.
Now I'm bleeding, bleeding out.
Put away the glue.
The bandages too.
It's too late for you.
Too late for you.

Be careful now.
Avoid the shards upon the ground.
They will break the skin.
Embedding the memories.
As they dig into me.
Dig into my skin.

(She loves me, She loves me not)
(She loves me, She loves me not)

You broke my heart. 
It tore into a thousand pieces.
You struck me down.
Now I'm bleeding, bleeding out.
Put away the glue.
The bandages too.
It's too late for you.
Too late for you.

Clean up the shards,
We're through.
There's nothing at all you can do.
Walk out the door, leave.
The sight of you makes me bleed.

You broke my heart. 
It tore into a thousand pieces.
You struck me down.
Now I'm bleeding, bleeding out.
Put away the glue.
The bandages too.
It's too late for you.
Too late for you.

It's too late.

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