Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never… never forget it.
Curtis Judalet
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Too Late
When you were standing in the rain I gave you shelter
When I was knocking on your door you gave me none
Well I don't make that kind of deal with anybody
And I won't be that kind of fool for anyone
How do you feel when the tables have been turned?
What will you do now the bridges have been burned?
Cause it's
Too late now the magic's lost
Too late now the spell is broken
Too late now to count the cost
Of words that should remain unspoken
When I need you by my side you stand above me
And when I look into your eyes you turn away
Well if that's the best there is then I won't buy it
Well if that's the only game then I won't play
How many danger signs did you ignore?
How many times have you heard it all before?
Cause it's
Too late now the magic's lost
Too late now the spell is broken
Too late now to count the cost
Of words that should remain unspoken