He's already sloppy at twenty to three And he's crying to breathe, but the girl of nineteen Fixing the house, washing the clothes, He's alive and it shows, alive and it shows Only living to sip what's in front of him So young, yet so drowning in life Even when I am sleeping the terror still flows in my heart Even when you can't see me I break cause you're falling apart Am I invisible to your elegant eye? Why don't you comfort me when you hear me cry? I guess I'll go unnoticed It's inevitable, so she tries everyday She's glued to her chair but she's running away In her mind she tries to find anything to hold on to Something to grasp She's seeing him loose what he had before Her mirror tells her not to cry