... It's never too late, to admit that you're wrong
But the feeling has stayed, the feeling is gone
It's driving you mad, the love that we had
You stare at your hands how could you (something something something?)
I never told you
Through all the time spent
I know that you're almost good
I'll always regret
How long I stayed
We could have kept
A love that was almost good
Now that I'm spent
I'm not coming with you this time ...
