Too Late

Sitting here and thinking about all...
We've gone through,
Makes it harder to say I love you.
Now that I finally took the bind of...My eyes,
Makes me realize,
How you said nothing but lies.
When we talk I kinda fall for you,
But then I think about,
All the things you put me through.
Then you write a note to say,
I Love You and I Miss You,
Well guess what?
Don't you think that you should stop saying everything, but the truth?