It Was Too Late

His love was so strong
and he was all mine,
until he said it was all wrong,
I acted like I was fine.
Once I was done with hate,
he would never be back to me,
and then it was too late,
cause he was all I could ever be.
I lied, and he lied, we both lied,
but there was nothing I could do,
inside he had died,
I had slowly died too.
I'm finally doing fine,
but I still wish he was mine