Is it too late?
After I had awakened, get up anyway
Is it my fate?
Swept up corners been ignoring my place
Just rub it in my face
How much time do I waste?
Do I squander and fake?
Is it too late?
Flowers wilted, water's a waste
Is it my fate?
Sprawled and changing, yeah, I couldn't say
It's running through my veins
Remind me how I've changed
How I squander and fake
Speak to the end
Said it was nothing, well, what was it then?
Is it my fate?
Soft words spoken carrying more weight
Remembering stupid things
My memories and my dreams
I wish you could see me
How I know me
It's great to see what's fair
When we lay there and I couldn't care
If it's too late
Hardly a friend
You were hardly a friend
