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To Late
We're so seflish when something dies
We regret not seeing or doing more
Thinking about how we should have paid more attention
Not thinking of their last moments
Only thinking that if only we'd done something it would be ok
We mourn for awhile
Shed tears of loss
but soon your tears stop falling
Realizing they wont bring the lost back
Things go back as they were before
All those times you werent there when you should have been
Dont matter anymore
Its to late to say your sorry and make it count
Its to late for you to comfort yourself
To late to make up for your selfishness
And now you wonder about you "should have been theres"
So go on with your life as before
It will all be nothing but a faded memory soon
And it will only hurt when you realize you werent there
When you realize you didnt care when they were alive
So why do you care now?
Why does it become important to you when there is no way to make it up?
Because you could have made a difference,
Could have said those things that lay deep in your heart.
