It's too late,
Too late for you.
I'm fed up,
And now I'm through.
It's over now,
Bet you're sorry too.
My apathy
Should strangle you.
Walk away;
Nothing more to say,
Drift away;
You're in my way.
It's too late;
Too late for this.
I't too late, lady,
And I won't miss
The love that's gone,
While you're rolling on.
Where can you run?
Let's have some fun.....
And go to sleep;
Blessed sleep.
Rest your feet
Beneath this tree.
It's gone from me,
Yeah, it's gone with you;
Been ripped away
What can you do?
It's too late.....Too late for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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