Besedila: Sarah Carmody. Freshman Facelift. Too Late.

Maybe I forgive without a fight
Who's to say if that's wrong or right
It's whatever helps me sleep at night

I'd rather put it in my past
Than hate you for it and make it last
It's wasted emotion and life moves fast

In the very end
No one will defend you and
No one will pretend to
Have better intentions
You can't fight the tension
Too late for confessions
Too late for questions

Still there are some that left bruises
On my heart but everyday they lose
Some of their power and I refuse

To let them hold me back
They've made me stronger in fact
Their hold on me starts to lack

In the very end
No one will defend you and
No one will pretend to
Have better intentions
You can't fight the tension
Too late for confessions
Too late for questions

Just you and who are you?
Did you stay true to you?
Who knew what you could do?

In the very end
No one will defend you and
No one will pretend to
Have better intentions
You can't fight the tension
Too late for confessions
Too late for questions