Too little, Too Late, Too Soon.

All the same songs,

Play on our radios;

Their mournful chords,

Speaking the same words:

"You still love, but move on".

And all their singers,

Have felt the same,

We're all human after all,

Bound by hope and pain.

We're in the same place,

Yet thousands of miles away;

I still love you, every fiber

Every speck, every moment

We'd spent -hand in hand

In the icecream isle,

Sitting here, fighting what we feel

Desperate to deny love is real.

I'm not gone, don't you see?

I'm still here, I didn't leave;

I've meant every word,

I'm silent, so you can have peace;

Finally able, somewhat stable,

Trying to give you the things

You'd told me you'd need.