9 April 2007
I pulled the knife into your back
The tears you cried
Too little, too late
Learn from and grow
I'm sorry I let you go
But now you're gone
Come with me, stay the night
You say the words but boy it don't feel right
What do you expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late)
You take my hand, and you say you've changed
But bo
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