Verse 1
I waited for a message,
for a sign you never sent.
Held my breath until it hurt me,
til my bones began to bend.
You were busy chasing halos,
I was breaking piece by piece.
I kept calling out your name,
but every echo just decreased.
You showed up with good intentions,
but intentions came too slow.
You can’t bandage up a ghost,
you can’t fix what let go.
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Pre-Chorus
You say you came to save me,
but the world had turned to grey.
I was drowning in the quiet,
while you kept your thoughts at bay.
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Chorus
Too late — I’m already gone,
you’re searching for a shadow that keeps moving on.
My echo lingers, but I’m not the same,
you showed up late, now you carry the blame.
Too late — I broke free on my own,
stitched myself together when I felt alone.
You’re calling for someone who won’t come back…
Too late — I fell through the cracks.
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Verse 2
I memorized the ceiling,
every night I couldn’t sleep.
Watched the hours blur and fade,
into secrets I still keep.
You said “sorry” like a whisper,
but my heart was out of range.
Didn’t matter what you offered,
I had already rearranged.
I rebuilt myself in silence,
from the ruins, from the dust.
And the person that you’re chasing
is the one you failed to trust.
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Pre-Chorus 2
You’re trying to rewind chapters
that were written in my pain.
But the ink is dry and frozen,
and the story won’t explain.
Chorus
Too late — I’m already gone,
you’re searching for a shadow that keeps moving on.
My echo lingers, but I’m not the same,
you showed up late, now you carry the blame.
Too late — I broke free on my own,
stitched myself together when I felt alone.
You’re calling for someone who won’t come back…
Too late — I fell through the cracks.
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Bridge (glitchy, whispered)
I drift through static skies,
you fade in pixel-light.
You want the old me back,
but they died that night.
I’m past the point of saving,
past the point of trying —
You came to heal the wounds
that I’ve already stopped crying.
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Final Chorus (bigger, distorted)
Too late — I’m already gone,
you’re praying to a silence that keeps dragging on.
My shadow’s walking forward,
your hands can’t pull me back.
You’re reaching into nothing,
just a voice inside the black.
Too late — I found a brand new life,
cut the knots that held me like a dull-rusted knife.
You’re calling a number that won’t connect…
Too late — what did you expect?
