He lays in bed clutching his chest fighting that pain that's entombed in his breast. He tries to hold back the tears welling up but the pain's too severe and staying strong's not enough. A break-up is hard but a divorce much more now he pulls out the gun from his dresser drawer. He thinks it is simple, the easy way out not one thing can stop him from his pre set route, until his daughter walks in asking daddy what's wrong, why can't you and mommy just get along? He hides the gun quickly so his baby won't see, then he hugs her so loving, "I'm so sorry sweety". She doesn't know it but she saved her father, yes he is so grateful for his wonderful daughter. It's been a few years now but they are back together yes everything's perfect, it couldn't be better.