Too late
You used to trample feelings of everyone
All around you for nothing left to save
You used to spread despair in al its kinds
Building your own dream, but dug your own grave
Chorus:
Some things can’t be forgiven, some things can’t be forgotten –
Late fore remorse, late fore remorse,
So, why are now you screaming, craving, asking, calling?
Late fore remorse, late fore remorse, too late
Your deceives gave pain, your cruel words gave fear,
Now your hands’ bloodstained – oh, don’t be shy, my dear.
So, what’s happened now? Where’s your endless pride?
All your sins had been done – late to be contrite