Too Little, Too Late

Every one wants to know the meaning behind it all
I think I’ve found what makes me believe
That I have purpose, I have an answer to my call
That some one out there was made for me
I’ve felt this before for a girl I thought wasn’t missing
You should have known by the tone in my voice
But she wouldn’t listen
I stopped begging to keep this relationship a float
I wanted to know you were that special one
I wrote in your favorite book in a hearted note
But maybe you never read it and still are that girl
Who meant the meaning of this world
You skipped a chapter, or never got to finishing
While my hopes for meaning are rapidly diminishing
Well maybe next time will be it
The time you can stay and read it
The dusty book will fall from the shelve
You’ll open the book to chapter twelve
And then you and I will both know
The reason why I had to go
But was it right, should I have stayed
Or was it just too little too late

So you open the book and to your surprise
A neatly folded note dropped from inside
After searching through your heart to find a reason
Of why I was gone and didn’t say
You found the note of why I was leaving
Well now it’s too little too late

After all these years its time to see me again
Face to face we stand with the note in your hand
Last time we hugged as lovers and this time as friends
We talk for hours with many stories to tell
With hours of revelations and of hells
Laughter and crying all through the night
It had been so long but it felt so right
As you leave for the door I told you to wait
“I can’t I’m sorry, it’s too little to late”

I guess that’s what life has taught to me
Of the ups and downs and the sites to see
Of all our lives, destinies, and fates
It always ends up as too little, too late