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"