is it too late to let you know
that i̩ͪ̈ͩͪ̋̈ ̥͔̲̩͓̾̓͑ͭ̊̍ͮl̮̼͉̙̙ͬ̅o̱̫͓̝̣͈ͣ͑ͦͅv̋̿̎̾̀e͎̲̳̞͂ͨ̂͂ ̣̲͎̩̪̖ͪͤ̒y͕o̝̩̟u̠̗̪͖̼ͯ͌͌͑͛ͪ
and to tell you how much i care?
you've said all these nice things
to me  and i was too weak
and you were far to stubborn.
every time i told you n͓̭̥̙͙ͨ̄ͯ̍o͓͒ͫ̊̽
you'd come back and say it again
and again a͍͎̠͎̖͑ͫ̃̐̓ṇ̯̳̼̪d̬̣̪͐̔̆ͯ̓ ͈̮̙̬̔͋ͧͥ̏a̙͈͈̤͍͓ͥ̊ͮ̀g̩͕̼̦ͨͩ̈̐ͣͅa̙̱͉͉i̖͖̱̫͋n̝͍̤̦͛͌̊̾ ̰̫͉̻̼̙̀̋͆ͫ̇ͣ
but this is what kills me every time-
you were leaving when i realized
i have ḽ̖̲̥̙̻o͎͕͈͓͐ͧ͌̌ͦͤͅc̰̰̬̼͈͈̣̄͑̃̎̃ͩk̺͑͐ͯ̀͗̓ed̰̞̲̖̞̹̯̐̉́̓̓ your words in my ribcage,
stowed away for safe keeping
and i never had the chance to tell you
that i saved every word you've said
now all the regret that builds inside of me
pours out like s̼̗̠̩͛̆ͦ̌ͤ̍͂̆p̺͙͎̗iͤͫ͋̃̏̉l̦ͮl͉̪ͦ͒ͪͩ̇̾ė̮̹̰̥ͦ͐̉̅͂ͣd͙̲̫͎̯̦ͭ̑̒͛̓̾̊ ̟̎̅̊i͓̜͋̓̏̑n͇̰̟̲̦͉̜ͨ̓̍̎k̖̻͖͈̟̫ͅ ̜ͧ̔ͨ̅̽o̝̬̹̬̩̽̍ͅͅn̩͈̰̟̟̺̏̃̓̈͑ ̄͊̋̆̂p͕͛̋ả̗̙̪͇͑̇p̣͕̺ͩ̇͗̀̈́ͧͅe͈͖̦͐̓͑̑̎̐ͣr̮̝̩̗ͯͅ
in hopes that o̓̏̄͂n̪̫̟̥̏̍͐eͯ̆ͬ̂ͯ̓ ͔͉͉̙̫̭̏ͭͯ̚d̬̫͎͙͕ͪ̎̓̾ay̮ you'll understand