Introvert
Is It Too Late
I'm holding on, to what is real
Finding it hard to capture this
Standing, wasting moments

But who said that we need change
When the feelings stay the same?

Wishing I could stand it

Is It too late?

Is it too late, for me to hold my breath?
This old taste is burning my throat again
We can take, what is ours again

This moment, this moment

Time and time, we seek change
It's cuts like an arrow as blood stains
This heavy burden

Closing in, these walls around me
You’ll fall down, cursing, forgiving

The mistakes that we both made