too little, too late

tuesday night, seven thirty, i hear a voice on the telephone, doin' fine, then it hits me, the voice that i am hearing means you're not alone, i thought it would be easy, but it's not, and now i would give all that i've got, but it's, too little, too late, no going back to the start, you only lose when you hesitate, and now that i would give you my heart--, it's too little, too late, two more weeks, i start to wonder, if what i'm missing's really worth these tears, what's the point, you've found another, and i just keep on talking but you just can't hear, you swore you'd wait forever and a day, i never thought i'd live to hear you say, that it's, so mad about me, you couldn't live without me, now you say you're "moving on", i took the long way, i told you "maybe someday", i guess i made you wait too long.ohhh. i know i've only got myself to blame, and i still got my pride, but just the same--it's just, and now you tell me, that it's, it's too little.too late.