Too Little, Too Late
I heard you been calling, coming around an' trying to make nice
Well I still recall my history lesson
When I bought into the dream then I paid out your full askin' price
Now you say you just want to be friends
But why would I want to go makin' the same mistake twice?
No way to go back, no way to make right all those things that went wrong
You wrote the book, you made all the rules
It was you that engraved all those lines that got drawn
Well now, how can you ask for a show of good faith
When you know you abused it until it was all dead and gone?
Don't you recall how you, you burned all the bridges
and you stood there so proud in the glow of the fire?
Course not, cause your, your truth is convenient
Your memory serves you to twist it and turn it to feed your desire
Now as for me, I say only a fool
Would open the door once again for a thief and a liar
I gotta work my way through this
Meanwhile life keeps rollin' on, it's a constant struggle just dealing with fate
So many things taste better than those bitter ashes which you want to put back on my plate (yeah)
Now you can just take back all you attached to that fake olive branch
Go file it away somewhere
Under, too little, too late (that's right)
And, hey, just in case you're not getting this straight
Don't go preaching forgive and forget
Cause all your talk is so cheap: and your timing always was weak
On these points there can be no debate
Your offer is simply too little, too late - too late
Too little, too late
Writer/s: Richard Emmett
