the caged bird sings.

written, designed, and edited by Bee Butler

Far Too Late

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Napkin unfolded in my lap, hands gently on the table
Polite conversation and smiles and I'm genuinely able
To be the cotillion queen that you wanted me to be
But nobody told me

I can blame it on my upbringing
I can take on all the shame
Now I don't even feel like singing
Because it's far too late

The push and pull that dragged us down, silent now
Times I should have just gone ahead and shut my mouth
I swear to God there's nothing I wouldn't give up oh how
nobobdy told me

I can blame it on my upbringing
I can take on all the shame
Now I don't even feel like singing
Because it's far too late

Far too late to spread my wings, show you what determination brings
Oh no, it's far too late
Far too late to say I'm sorry and have it change a single thing
Oh no, it's far too late
Far too late for me to be here begging on my knees but I'm here anyway...

I can blame it on my upbringing (I won't)
I can take on all the shame (I do)
Now I don't even feel like singing (just for you)
Because it's far too late

I can blame it...
I can't take it...
Now I don't even feel
Because it's far too late.