| Too Late |
| A young girl sits in the corner She sits, and I hear her sigh She was at first so happy But it was all a bitter lie She feels so hollow and empty And she really wants to die so with her sleeves, covvers her face and quietly begins to cry In her soul is hatred So she sits there wiping her tears She crys, and crys, and crys She lets all out after so many years The light becomes dim Oh no, I know whats on her mind I hope, I beg, I pray That happiness she'll soon find If not she's gonna commit suicide She's tired of hiding in the dark Affraid of her life, of what she's done She's alrready made her mark The girl sees the razor And her tears fade away For she knows this is the end Today is the day She thinks this is the right way But I know she's wrong She's killing her future her dreams I geuss now she's not so strong She grabs the razor And slowly slits her wrists Her world fades away Slowly into black mists She was a bright girl this wasn't her fate But why do I care and why do I cry But after when it's too late I realize the girl in the corner was a representation of I |