It's Too Late

It's Too Late

It is too late to ask for forgiveness, to write a letter to give me an explanation.
The deception has already won the battle, destroying the bond of love that tied us.

It's too late to come to me, I'm no longer waiting for you, the door to my heart is closed.
The lie destroyed my heart into a thousand pieces, there's no glue to help repair it.

It's too late our story is over, where once there was love, today only resentment reigns.
The result of your bad decision shattered the illusion of living by your side forever.

It's too late to look back, to long for a time that vanished, to insist on what was is a proof of despair, the guilt of the evil that visited us.
An evil that contaminated the whole garden of dreams that we cultivated, it was a crow that you let in to end the garden of our love.

It's too late to dream again of a life where love reigns between you and I.
Each blow of betrayal opened my eyes more to see the truth: the answer is one, you didn't deserve my love.

It's too late, you no longer exist for me, your memory is just a leaf with a history of the past where we were and now we are just two strangers.
Two strangers with different directions, you go to the North and I to the West.

It is too late to start again, a tired soul cannot dream, to strive, it is in vain, nothing can be achieved.
Every step goes straight to failure, your attempts end there.

It's too late to knock on my door, your presence is just a nuisance, an uncomfortable figure that only brings tension.
Joy is not part of our encounter, avoiding you is my best choice.

It is too late to light the flame of love, the ashes of that fire, the wind took them away.
In this story there is no Phoenix, everything was lost and there is no proof where that love was.

It is too late, the attempts failed, the lie was more powerful than the love you professed, the words I kept so many times in my soul.
Today those words are gone, you erased them with each step of betrayal.

It's too late, the consequences of your mistake are just another piece that you must take and put in its place, in the puzzle of this ending.
Pain is part of everything, drink it without hesitation, that glass is a poison that will not kill you.

It's too late, time is over, the story of a happy ending is not in our destiny, you wrote it for both of us.
Complaining now makes no sense, our love story is over, everything is already fulfilled.