Three words too late

There used to be this boy
Who would sit up in his room
He always loved you so
But you left too soon

So as he falls asleep
He cries more every night
Wishing you were there
So he could hold you tight

And as he cuts his wrist
With the razorblade
He hopes the pain will disappear
And his love for you will fade

sorry in crimson red
Hoping you will see
All of what hes become
From what he used to be

He falls asleep once more
No tears for you tonight
Blood dripping from his wrist
Was what he did all right?

You open up the door
Your heart, it skips a beat
As you fall to the floor
Landing at his feet

You came to say you loved him
And that it was fate
But you waited too long
Three words too late