A Door Too Late

Oh if I could write a song
‘Bout everything I’ve done so wrong
It might just turn the mirror ‘round
And face it back to you, my friend

See, I’ve done my part
Explained my way
And you’ve chosen to look
The other way

You’d rather believe
the one who lies
Thinking their stories
Are like clear blue skies

But the truth remains
That there are clouds
And the shadows of pain
Will resolve around

The liar will get their dues
And maybe, maybe you’ll come to me,
To apologize
For your doubt, with your excuse

But that’s exactly when
I’ll turn my back on you,
Because you closed the door so long ago,
I can’t even open it now.

Kira