Too Late
I recited the words to myself in my head
a thousand times.
I even wrote them on my palms and
it's like every time I spoke them
you could never hear me.
And I wish I would have spoken up
because it's his hands in yours,
not mine.
a thousand times.
I even wrote them on my palms and
it's like every time I spoke them
you could never hear me.
And I wish I would have spoken up
because it's his hands in yours,
not mine.