Late,
Late,
Always Late,
makes my heart fill with hate.
The later you are makes me hotter then tar,
Every time you say goodbye,
the first thing through my mind,
Late,
Late,
How Late will you be?
Don't bother speaking your lies to me!
No calls,
No text,
Don't matter the date,
plans I can't make,
heaven know you'll only be late...
©robecca
R