2:47
I'm about to sever
Ties with being awake
It's too late.
I realised that I loved him,
But it was too late.
Late, like when you miss the train
When you walk too slow and the taxi rides away,
Late, like when you see that flight take off
Knowing you should've been on it.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
2:47
I'm about to sever
Ties with being awake
It's too late.
I realised that I loved him,
But it was too late.
Late, like when you miss the train
When you walk too slow and the taxi rides away,
Late, like when you see that flight take off
Knowing you should've been on it.
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