Too Late

I know it hasn’t been much time,
but lately I’ve been stuck in my mind.
Confused on whether I made the right decision
Or if it wasn’t supposed to be mine.

I know to some this is a waste of time,
but lately you’ve been the only one
that's been worth my time.
Some say I’ve been filling my life with
lies so I wouldn’t have to cry during the
night time.  

I fight my will to die, with the passion
I have to survive in a world that's been
fighting to keep my kind away from
what some people call a world that's
one of a kind.
I know this doesn’t fit under “Too Late” ,
but listen to what I’m gonna describe.
I was too late to fight for what I thought
was right and then time slipped right by.
by the time I noticed I lost the one person
that really cared about my life at the time.

I fight to show that those times when he
was alive wasn’t a waste of time. I say this
with pride and tears coming out my eyes
because I refuse to break before my mother’s
eyes.
Let’s move back in time so i can really grab
your ears and eyes. I’ve fought, fight and I’m fighting
till i can finally ask “ are you proud dad.”
If so, grant me one request which is to show me a sign.