It's Too Late

It felt good to belong to you.
You wanted to know someone could love you.

You scratched me with your bitter little mouth,
Pointed out every wrong I betrayed you with,
But still it felt good to belong to you.

After all this, your skin’s a little thicker.
You wanted to take the hurt he caused you,
and inflict it on me to prove you can be
strong too.

It’s too late for retaliation.
It’s too late for regret or disease.

It’s too late for eyes.
It’s too late for words.
It’s too late to save us.

I’m carrying wounds I think may never heal,
But I still stay it felt good to love you.

When you were bearing pain that would harm us both
I met the love of my life.
I never would have learned to love without you,
But I regret that I met love a little too late.