No it's not too late,
kick me out for something else,
just don't cut me down,
just when I was feeling well,
feeling incomplete,
feeling incomplete,
what a sight to see,
I think you are ruining me.
The past is for the birds,
I believe in something else,
I beieve in now,
I believe its time for us.
Give me pad and pen
cause I lose my words when you're around.
And now I'm scared to death,
maybe I've been figured out.

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