they tell me you care
and you were always there.
anytime i needed you
you were there to help me through.

i'm trying to stay
but now you're walking away
at a faster pace
then i can face.

you're pretending
that you can't see me.

you're pretending
that i'm not here.

if you keep pretending
my reality will become what i fear.

i think it's my fault
but i really don't know.
i'm the one that waited two years
to finally let my feelings show.

so now i'm going to take my feelings
and make them really small,
until they don't feel as strong
and they're in a tiny ball.

guess i was a "too little, too late", huh?