A little too late

Why? why was I fake?
Did I have to pretend this didn’t hurt?
How? How could she not see?
She was burying me so deeply in the dirt?

She was uncommitted, dishonest, unjust,
I was unloved, cheated, it’s all too much.
I feel so hated so mutilated,
Is this my fault or am I just ill-fated?

And now that I don’t want this:
Will it be hard to sate,
Is it time to split,
or is it a little too late?

Is it a little too late to turn around?
Is it a little too hard to just back down?

Is it a little too late to say “No, thank you.”?
Is it a little too cruel to hate what is true?

Because I don’t want a partner, I just want a friend,
But is it a little too late for this all to end?

(c) mistaken identity