Too Much, Too Late

It's too late, for you
To abbreviate, complicate past truth
Tell me everything
All I can be
Restless
Always
For anyone, anything
But you
Kill me, please
It's the last thing I'll ask, from anyone
I cannot believe in me
"Overrated" is my certainty
Everything slips away before I formulate my path
Contemplating dead things
I awake from this



Credits
Writer(s): Seth Wells
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