I can't pretend, Make me believe again. Make me believe again, Make me believe again In some kind of faith Help me to see again Before it's too too late 'Cause forever is never

To pass the time in my room alone I never thought I'd die alone Sixteen just held such better days Days when I still felt alive We couldn't wait to get outside The world was wide, too too late to try The tour was over, we'd survived I couldn't wait till I

Feel like a brand new person (But you make the same old mistakes) (Stop before it's too too late) Stop thinking that the only option was Going with what I always longed for I don't care I'm in love I finally know what is love (You don't have what it takes)

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh) But it's too too late, it's too too late You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my

It's a heartache Nothing but a heartache Standing in the cold rain Feeling like a clown Love him till your arms break Then he lets you down Hits you when it's too too late Hits you when you're down It's a fool's game

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

A machine heart (a machine heart) I let you do it too too I pushed and pulled it I don't have a machine heart Can't tell it to stop, no burden to push the sky You'll see it break, you'll see it fall apart But it ain't calculated It ain't by the rules And you

I'm the generator Firing whenever you quit Yeah, whatever it is You go out and it's on Yeah can't you hear my motored heart You're the one that started it Lately I'm getting better Wish I could stay sick with you But there's too too many egos left to bruise

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too Too much, too too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the