Watching every step he's taking  Giving him no space  He's putting down the book he finished  Another slap on his face  She's standing there above him  Emphazising he's wrong  He leaves the room  So tired of this endless discussion  When she says that "It's too late"  He falls down on his knees  Begging for a second chance  Whispering a pitiful "Please"  Her smiling seems so genuine  But I see trough her act  Convincing us that everything  Is in order and perfect  When she says that "It's too late"  He falls down on his knees  Begging for a second chance  Whispering a pitiful "Please"  "See me  Hear me  Breathe me"