He's already sloppy at twenty to three nAnd he's crying to breathe, but the girl of nineteennFixing the house, washing the clothes,nHe's alive and it shows, alive and it shows nOnly living to sip what's in front of him nSo young, yet so drowning in lifennEven when I am sleeping the terror still flows in my heartnEven when you can't see me I break cause you're falling apart nAm I invisible to your elegant eye?nWhy don't you comfort me when you hear me cry? nI guess I'll go unnoticednnIt's inevitable, so she tries everyday nShe's glued to her chair but she's running away nIn her mind she tries to find anything to hold on tonSomething to grasp nShe's seeing him loose what he had before nHer mirror tells her not to cryn