You know I loved you like a song
But baby life is short and love I long
For we all come to know oh so late
And we all know what it means to be late and scared
We are forced to kiss the journey away
When we both find a way to push the words from our mouths,
it is much too late.
Our young souls bared both the traits,
late and scared.
We masked our feelings,
small-talked our way through life.
Our lives lacked quality.
We were too occupied with each other
to see our own damage
We were both
much too scared
and much
too late