I askedΒ youΒ to wait so long To come to a place That clearly you belong And right in your face I made you wait And now I'm here, ready But you're sad cause I'm to late? But I'm here, ready if your sad that I'm too late I'm confused cause I'm here, ready you're the one now who's decides our fate you decide if its too late and that makes you sad So i ask again. Am I too late?