Down the Drain

I know why the writing on her face appears,
 Because she can't say
 All the things on her mind
 Everyday she begs me
 "Please, oh please you have to understand
 And read between all of the lines"
 Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain
 Love can be the same
 Every morning, she's afraid to wash her face
 Because she knows that no one
 Could then read her mind
 So instead, she passes all her time
 By always making sure
 That the writing is catching your eyes
 Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain
 Love can be the same
 When I try to kiss her pretty face,
 She always shies away
 And says, "Some of the ink isn't dry"
 And I try so hard to sympathize,
 But really all I know is that if I can't have her, I'll die
 Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain
 Love can be the same
 Then one day she looked into the mirror,
 Only to discover all that she read was a lie
 Then she turned to me and said
 "My love, I can't decide if I'm going dyslexic or blind"