A Hundred Years Late

I'm a hundred years late,
A hundred years late for you.
I could've been there,
But I was a hundred years late.
The turn of the century
Marks my last hour,
For I'm a hundred years late.
Too slow, all alone,
I'd wait for you forever,
But I'm already a hundred years late.
It felt like the blink of an eye,
A mere moment, lost in time.
Yet I'm a hundred years late.
I was never perfect;
And I wasted my time,
So I'm a hundred years late.
For me it's just beginning,
And for you it's already gone
Because I was a hundred years late.