Pieces - Johnta Austin

it's too late, it's too lateit's too late this timeit's too late, it's too late, it's too lateit's too late to turn aroundcan't regain what pastedand i can't be let downif i already gave upi'm tired of looking in the mirror at what i seeknowing too well that this ain't methis can't be rightthis can't be usthis can't be lifeand it can't be loveso can you please tell me what the hell i missedlove