Too Late
They say life is like a game
Make a mistake, you lose your place
Sometimes they deem you stained
You must hold on, it will go on
Let's be embarrassingly honest
Sorry for being so neurotic so full of problems
Gone to the doctors, aniti-depressants
Cocktails of medicine since I was 17
Drowning in self-help books to fix my self-esteem
Paul McCartney telling me to Let It Be
24, knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doors
Saint Peter said that he can't let me in yet
It's too late to be a saint, their stares that make me ashamed
It's too late to change anything
You must hold on, it will go on
Look into my parent's eyes, knowing they're not satisfied
Filled with overwhelming guilt and I can't even tell them why
Go to church, pray to God, stable job, finish school
That's all they ask for, that's everything I didn't do
So between us two brothers, felt like the blaack sheep
Proud as I am, I've been living in his shadow
Followed his footsteps, my kuya's my idol
Guess all these comparisons always been my fault
It's too late to be a saint, their stares that make me ashamed
It's too late to change anything
You must hold on, it will go on
It's too late to be a saint, their stares that make me ashamed
It's too late to change anything
You must hold on, it will go on
It's too late to be a saint, their stares that make me ashamed
It's too late to change anything
You must hold on, it will go on
(instrument)
Make a mistake, you lose your place
Sometimes they deem you stained
You must hold on, it will go on
Let's be embarrassingly honest
Sorry for being so neurotic so full of problems
Gone to the doctors, aniti-depressants
Cocktails of medicine since I was 17
Drowning in self-help books to fix my self-esteem
Paul McCartney telling me to Let It Be
24, knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's doors
Saint Peter said that he can't let me in yet
It's too late to be a saint, their stares that make me ashamed
It's too late to change anything
You must hold on, it will go on
Look into my parent's eyes, knowing they're not satisfied
Filled with overwhelming guilt and I can't even tell them why
Go to church, pray to God, stable job, finish school
That's all they ask for, that's everything I didn't do
So between us two brothers, felt like the blaack sheep
Proud as I am, I've been living in his shadow
Followed his footsteps, my kuya's my idol
Guess all these comparisons always been my fault
It's too late to be a saint, their stares that make me ashamed
It's too late to change anything
You must hold on, it will go on
It's too late to be a saint, their stares that make me ashamed
It's too late to change anything
You must hold on, it will go on
It's too late to be a saint, their stares that make me ashamed
It's too late to change anything
You must hold on, it will go on
(instrument)
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Barbarin
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