Jun 2019
Too little too late to cry,
When someone met their faith and unfortunately dies,
And lays in their study, why tears drip from your eyes.
And a gush feeling like of guilt runs down your thigh.
What's the cost of this now, when you had all the time to spare,
When you had the chance to enjoy good times when that person was still here.
Instead, you wait for him or her to fall,
Then shed a tear and lie about your all.
Too little too late to cry,
All your hard work was in vain,
You're not mad, not stupid but fully sain,
And yet still you have to walk through more pain.
You waste your time studying what has no gain,
And doing works that leaves no stain.
But you cry when you drop and fail,
Don't cry, because you can try again.
With what cost, and why were you blind,
You have been so far in front, now you're so far behind.
You waste your time at school, while you played the fool,
Now when hard life hits you, you choose to sit on the stool.
And that's your fault, not his, hers or mine,
You ****** up so now you have to do your time.
Too little too late to cry,
You were a player so you left her cold,
Cheated, abused, mocked and scold.
Because you had her, but you weren't told,
That she would get fed up and leave your only fold.
And you cry when she chooses to walks away,
When she says I'm done and I can no longer play.
Now poor you is left alone, so mentally unstable,
But she couldn't take it anymore, because you brought pain to the table.
And you begin to realize how much you loved her when she's gone,
Still too late, so either fight for her or just move on.
Too little too late to cry,
When you listen to the voices around you and not the one in your head,
They're telling you to let go but you say you won't until you're dead.
Well, that's what you say at least to yourself,
Leaving no other possibilities on your shelf.
You believe if you love her then you won't let go,
And you would be strong and take things slow.
Some of the few choose to separate,
Because of what the voices around them place on the plate.
And poor you later on in life meets her again,
When she's worthwhile and has prosperity and gain.
Seeing her with someone else makes you sad,
And then these voices start laughing at you, and you get mad.
But too little too late to cry, you time has passed and your chances are gone,
Because of everything you ever hold back on.
When someone met their faith and unfortunately dies,
And lays in their study, why tears drip from your eyes.
And a gush feeling like of guilt runs down your thigh.
What's the cost of this now, when you had all the time to spare,
When you had the chance to enjoy good times when that person was still here.
Instead, you wait for him or her to fall,
Then shed a tear and lie about your all.
Too little too late to cry,
All your hard work was in vain,
You're not mad, not stupid but fully sain,
And yet still you have to walk through more pain.
You waste your time studying what has no gain,
And doing works that leaves no stain.
But you cry when you drop and fail,
Don't cry, because you can try again.
With what cost, and why were you blind,
You have been so far in front, now you're so far behind.
You waste your time at school, while you played the fool,
Now when hard life hits you, you choose to sit on the stool.
And that's your fault, not his, hers or mine,
You ****** up so now you have to do your time.
Too little too late to cry,
You were a player so you left her cold,
Cheated, abused, mocked and scold.
Because you had her, but you weren't told,
That she would get fed up and leave your only fold.
And you cry when she chooses to walks away,
When she says I'm done and I can no longer play.
Now poor you is left alone, so mentally unstable,
But she couldn't take it anymore, because you brought pain to the table.
And you begin to realize how much you loved her when she's gone,
Still too late, so either fight for her or just move on.
Too little too late to cry,
When you listen to the voices around you and not the one in your head,
They're telling you to let go but you say you won't until you're dead.
Well, that's what you say at least to yourself,
Leaving no other possibilities on your shelf.
You believe if you love her then you won't let go,
And you would be strong and take things slow.
Some of the few choose to separate,
Because of what the voices around them place on the plate.
And poor you later on in life meets her again,
When she's worthwhile and has prosperity and gain.
Seeing her with someone else makes you sad,
And then these voices start laughing at you, and you get mad.
But too little too late to cry, you time has passed and your chances are gone,
Because of everything you ever hold back on.
