A man walked away from a large, old-fashioned house, not saying anything to the girl following him, screaming apologies as tears streamed down her face.

"I'm sorry! It wasn't supposed to happen, we were working late and well…" She trailed off. And still, he said nothing. He was finally finished, finally done with the girl behind him. He refused to stay with someone who treated him like that.

I'm holdin' on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground,
I'm hearin' what you say
But I just cant make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down…

"Please! You know that… I-I love you and that I'd never do that while actually thinking! Don't be stupid, you know me better than that! Please, I'm so, so sorry!" The small girl sobbed, forcing her short legs to catch up to him.

But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry,
Didn't think I'd turn around
And say...

"Enough!" He snapped, his usually warm green eyes blazing with anger and pain. "It's too late for that, okay! I'm sick of this! It's always something different with you! I've wasted three years of my life waiting for you to finally be faithful to me! To finally want to be with me the way I want to–scratch that, wanted to be with you! But now, it's too late, and I don't want your apologies!"

That it's too late to apologize.
It's too late...
I said it's too late to apologize.
It's too late, too late, oh, oh.

"Please! Just tell me what I did wrong! Please, I'll be better! I'll be faithful! I promise!" She yelled, between heavy sobs.

I'd take another chance,
Take a fall, take a shot for you, oh, oh.
I need you like a heart needs a beat,
But it's nothin' new, yeah!
I loved you with a fire red,
Now it's turnin' blue
And you say...
Sorry, like an angel
Heaven let me think was you
But I'm afraid...

"You know exactly what you did, but that's only half of the problem. No, the real problem here is that you think when you do this," he paused, gesturing to her tears, "it will help! I'm not moved at all, and I don't want to here it." He said harshly. Yet, a new expression crossed his features, softening them, but with a bitter edge. "And you know what really makes me sick? That I don't think I've ever needed to be with anyone the way I needed to be with you. I need you like a heart needs a beat, but I'm sure that you knew that already, right? Which is why you feel like you can do this to me. But not anymore. I'm done."

It's too late to apologize.
It's too late.
I said it's too late to apologize.
It's too late, whoa!

"…" Speechless, the girl just stood there, staring at him. Her eyes were wide, and her lips were quivering, but besides the occasional whimper she was silent.

It's too late to apologize.
It's too late.
I said it's too late to apologize.
It's too late.

I said it's too late to apologize, yeah (too late)!
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah (too late)!

Realizing that there was more nothing he could say to that, he walked down the street and climbed into an idling car, where his friend awaited him.

"How did it go with Tara?" His purplette friend Rachel asked, her normally monotone voice filled with concern for her friend. When he didn't answer, she tried again. "Garfield?"

"I'll recover. I'm sure." He replied sullenly, and she gently placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Of course you will." She responded. She gave him the smallest of smiles, then reached over and turned on the radio, catching the last two lines of a certain song.

I'm holdin' on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground.