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 on 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 perpect
 
 
 
 When she says "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"