Friday, May 6, 2016
IT'S TOO LATE... MY FIRST SONG
ITS TOO LATE
You walked away from my love,
I never knew what you were doing,
You never said goodbye,
All you ever did to me was lie.
So now it's too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you need me,
All over again.
For if you loved me,
You'd never break my heart so many times,
You'd never make me break down and cry,
All over again.
So I'll close the door this time,
And cry on my pillow,
For I still love you,
And there is nothing I can do.
For it is too late,
Too late to tell you that I love you,
Too late to tell you that I need you,
All over again.
I have missed you,
So many times I have thought of you.
You were everything too me,
But its too late for us now.
So it is too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you need me,
All over again.
I love you,
But it's too late for us anyway,
My heart cannot to be broken,
All over again.
For it is too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you want me,
All over again.
It is too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you can't be without me now.
copyright May 6, 2016 Brenda A. Ysaguirre
You walked away from my love,
I never knew what you were doing,
You never said goodbye,
All you ever did to me was lie.
So now it's too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you need me,
All over again.
For if you loved me,
You'd never break my heart so many times,
You'd never make me break down and cry,
All over again.
So I'll close the door this time,
And cry on my pillow,
For I still love you,
And there is nothing I can do.
For it is too late,
Too late to tell you that I love you,
Too late to tell you that I need you,
All over again.
I have missed you,
So many times I have thought of you.
You were everything too me,
But its too late for us now.
So it is too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you need me,
All over again.
I love you,
But it's too late for us anyway,
My heart cannot to be broken,
All over again.
For it is too late,
Too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you want me,
All over again.
It is too late to tell me that you love me,
Too late to tell me that you can't be without me now.
copyright May 6, 2016 Brenda A. Ysaguirre
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