Light the candle, a burning flame
I know it's dire, my time today
I can't blow it out
Only take it about
Everywhere I go, it's still haunting me
These lit candles
Are by their handles
In the hands
On the idle lands
Of the people, walking on the city streets
But here I sit, counting away
The hours, the seconds, the days
I'm left alone
Stuck in this home
Please just leave me alone, I'm too sick to go on
I'm losing control, I'm losing my sleep
Sometimes I wake, standing on my feet
In dark a room, and I don't know where
Where I am, I'm standing right there
But it still haunts me in the back of my mind
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Light the candle, a burning flame
I know it's dire, my time today
I can't blow it out
Only take it about
Everywhere I go, it's still haunting me
These lit candles
Are by their handles
In the hands
On the idle lands
Of the people, walking on the city streets
But here I sit, counting away
The hours, the seconds, the days
I'm left alone
Stuck in this home
Please just leave me alone, I'm too sick to go on
I'm losing control, I'm losing my sleep
Sometimes I wake, standing on my feet
In dark a room, and I don't know where
Where I am, I'm standing right there
But it still haunts me in the back of my mind
We all hold ourselves up to a flame that ultimately hurts us.
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