But It's Too Late...
You don't love me.
Quite the opposite, actually.
You despise me with all your soul.
Don't deny it; I know I'm right.
That look of love in your eyes is fake.
Not aimed at me, you're looking past me.
Past this shell, my imperfect body
Toward perfection.
No, stop looking past me!
I am here! Can't you see me?
No, you can't see me.
Because now you're at the cemetary
And looking at a grave.
The grave that holds that imperfect shell.
I see the name. My name.
Reflecting my last mistake.
Maybe you do love me after all.
But it's too late...
Quite the opposite, actually.
You despise me with all your soul.
Don't deny it; I know I'm right.
That look of love in your eyes is fake.
Not aimed at me, you're looking past me.
Past this shell, my imperfect body
Toward perfection.
No, stop looking past me!
I am here! Can't you see me?
No, you can't see me.
Because now you're at the cemetary
And looking at a grave.
The grave that holds that imperfect shell.
I see the name. My name.
Reflecting my last mistake.
Maybe you do love me after all.
But it's too late...