Too Late

I'm sorry. But you're too late.
Where were you?

Were you with her...telling her you loved her? And all those other lies that you're trying to tell me.

Where were you when I was contemplating death? Weren't you sitting beside her, telling her everything you told me? Isn't that where you were?

I've heard it all before. She told me. She told me everything you said.

So before you lie to me...I'm going to tell you the truth.

You don't love me, you never loved me, you never will love me. I don't know what you want, but it isn't to make me happy. You couldn't care less about me. That's the truth.

Don't argue. I'm sick of excuses.

The truth is that you've never been in love. At this rate I don't know if you ever will be.
Of course, the same applies to me. But I want it to be that way.

I bled, but you were too busy with her to see my scars.
I cried, but no one seemed to hear.
No one even seemed to notice that I was gone. On the tile, my eyes crying tears and my skin crying blood.

Don't say you've changed. You'll never change...second chance or no second chance.
I'm here to say there's no second chance.