LATE

TOO LATE I guess its too late For us to talk things over And come to a complete understanding. You asked me so many questions You said you expected genuine answers That something bad was to happen to me If i didn’t I didn’t take that as a threat by the way I’ve seen and known what you can do But so you know I couldn’t answer any of those questions My silence was not in any way defiant It was just full of hurt,anger and helplessness But mostly hurt and anger How could you accuse me so simply As if you just got to know me last week You then said i was the bad one Did you think really hard about all that Do you know what am going through If you did,then saying then saying the word bad Wouldn’t even cross your mind But its too late..