Too Little, Too Late

I know it's too little. I know I'm too late... I guess I expected time to stop... For time to just wait... It's over... You needed me and where was I...? When you lay dying in bed.? Too caught up in my head... These flowers on your grave mean nothing... The tears I cry are pointless... It's too little... Too late... I should have been there til the end. Shoulda, woulda, coulda... It doesn't mean anything now... Too little. Too late.