Elegant Eye

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