miércoles, mayo 16


I’m holding on your rope 
Got me ten feet off the ground 
And I’m hearing what you say 
But I just can’t make a sound 
You tell me that you need me 
Then you go and cut me down 
But wait...
You tell me that you’re sorry 
Didn’t think I’d turn around and say 
That it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late 
I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late 

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