Too Late

Too Late

 He’s always walking away, maybe this time for good.
If close my eyes, maybe I can see him waving goodbye.
Would he fix me, If I was broken?
Would he care if I was dying inside?

Here I am, down on my knees again,
Gathering the pieces of my shattered heart.
Can I learn to breath again?
Can I learn to love again?

My hands shake under the weight of your stare.
Yes, the tears I cry are for you
But I will cry no more
After you leave this last time.