[Intro]
door clicks, cold air…
he’s standing there,
eyes red, voice thin —
like he just woke from the life he lived in.
(“don’t fall for it…”)
(“keep still…”)
[Verse 1]
he looks ruined, like he finally sees
all the damage stitched into me.
says he’s sorry, but it’s years too late —
his regret comes after fate.
i feel it — that pull in my chest,
the part that used to hope for the best.
but i remember every night i cried,
every time he lied, every piece that died.
(“don’t go soft…”)
[Pre-Chorus]
i still flinch when he says my name,
old reflex from an older pain.
he breaks now, but i broke before —
i’m not bleeding for him anymore.
(“no more… no more…”)
[Chorus]
yeah, he’s hurting,
but it’s too late to break me.
too late to save what he let go.
i feel sorry,
but i’m not his safety —
not the shelter he gets to know.
he can cry now,
but i cried first —
and i cried worse.
yeah, he’s hurting…
but it’s too late to break me.
(“too late…”)
(“i’m done.”)
[Verse 2]
he’s shaking, says he finally gets
all the moments that he regrets.
but i’m numb — just watching the scene,
feeling guilty for things i don’t mean.
(“mmh… yeah…”)
i shouldn’t care…
but care comes easy.
pain gets quiet when the mind gets busy.
i kept us standing more than he’ll know,
now i’m just watching the final show.
(“i held it all…”)
[Pre-Chorus]
he says “i lost you”… like it’s news,
but i was gone before he had to choose.
his sorrow’s loud, but mine was deep —
and mine kept me awake when he fell asleep.
(“i remember…”)
[Chorus]
yeah, he’s hurting,
but it’s too late to break me.
too late to take my heart back home.
i feel sorry,
but i’m not his safety —
not his comfort, not his “i’ve grown.”
he can drown now,
but i drowned first —
in the lies, in the worst.
yeah, he’s hurting…
but it’s too late to break me.
(“yeah… too late…”)
[Bridge]
don’t look at me
with those broken eyes.
i survived you —
i don’t owe replies.
your tears fall now,
but the damage stays…
i won’t go back,
i won’t be saved.
(“no.”)
(“never again…”)
[Chorus]
yeah, you’re hurting,
but it’s too late to break me.
too late for truth, too late for tears.
i’m not falling,
not your maybe,
not the girl you kept for years.
you regret now —
but i regret less.
i’m out of your mess.
yeah, you’re hurting…
but it’s too late to break me.
(“it’s done… it’s done…”)
(“i’m free…”)
[Outro]
you lost me…
when i lost you.
and that’s the truth.
(“goodbye…”)
Beexii
