i'm making wishes on flames,
that burn and fade away.
i'll cut a piece of cake,
and pretend like i believe,
and wait.
they say you can't rekindle a flame
once it has burned away;
but i want to think that you're the birthday candle
that keeps re-lighting; you know, those trick ones?
I use all my breath and blow out the flame,
i don't want to get burned,
but now the light's all gone.
I'm starring at the cake just hoping
you'll light up my world up again.
Maybe I should just enjoy the cake,
but I'd rather wait.
Please don't make me wait.
NJ2015 (All Rights Reserved)
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
i'm making wishes on flames,
that burn and fade away.
i'll cut a piece of cake,
and pretend like i believe,
and wait.
they say you can't rekindle a flame
once it has burned away;
but i want to think that you're the birthday candle
that keeps re-lighting; you know, those trick ones?
I use all my breath and blow out the flame,
i don't want to get burned,
but now the light's all gone.
I'm starring at the cake just hoping
you'll light up my world up again.
Maybe I should just enjoy the cake,
but I'd rather wait.
Please don't make me wait.
NJ2015 (All Rights Reserved)
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