It's too Late

Cant let go,
all alone.
fading rapture,
so unsure.

Smiles and beauty,
love or hate,
either thing,
they're all fake.

Tears from laughter,
or tears from pain,
all turn out,
to be the same.

we all feel,
and we all cry,
we all live
and we all die.

so whats the point of being here?
whats the point of living?
when all you do is hurt,
over all the things you're giving?

When will it all be worth it?
when will it all be enough?
i cant figure out,
when does this turn into true love?

it all turns out to be a lie,
everything starts to fade,
all the memories you thought were great,
slowly start to slip away.

so you jump off the cliff,
thinking you'd be caught,
then look to see your mistake,
behind you they're standing there,
and you look down but its too late...