I'm watching. She's falling; I can see her heart pounding under her blouse. She doesn't deserve to be falling.
He's watching. He doesn't give a damn about her anymore, not since his old flame returned. It's a shame, because now she's falling. She's watching me with tears in her eyes and I wish that I could live up to my nickname of Prince Charming but I can't. My heart pounds harder than before as her eyes fall to the floor and she leaves me sitting alone.
And we fall.