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
Emphasizing that he's wrong
He leaves the room
So tired of this endless discussion
When she says, It's too late
He falls down to his knees
Begging for a second chance
Whispering a pitiful please
Her smiling seems so genuine
But I see through her act
Convincing us that
Everything's in order and perfect
When she says, It's too late
He falls down to his knees
Begging for a second chance
Whispering a pitiful please
See me, hear me, breathe me