Perfect

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'