To Late
The pain is unshakeable
The facts are unmistakable
It is to late…..
My only excuse to escape the reality of the situation is now forever gone.
She’s forever gone….
I will never get her back.
And I will forever be found lacking because she’s missing
This is the result of me constantly missing her.
She’s late
And it is too late now to entertain dreams of us rekindling our relationship
She found herself a family
And stole mine away from me, unless my future was a delusion
I guess so was my happiness to.
So now forever lacking I wonder why we could never be.
I m more than he ever will
But it’s him I wanna be.
He’s who I was meant to be.
The father of your unborn child.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
To Late
The pain is unshakeable
The facts are unmistakable
It is to late…..
My only excuse to escape the reality of the situation is now forever gone.
She’s forever gone….
I will never get her back.
And I will forever be found lacking because she’s missing
This is the result of me constantly missing her.
She’s late
And it is too late now to entertain dreams of us rekindling our relationship
She found herself a family
And stole mine away from me, unless my future was a delusion
I guess so was my happiness to.
So now forever lacking I wonder why we could never be.
I m more than he ever will
But it’s him I wanna be.
He’s who I was meant to be.
The father of your unborn child.
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