I want to heal, for myself
And for you
Something keeps telling me
I'll still be the fool
You had enough of my unhealed ways,
You'll never trust in my post clarity days
And healing will feel good,
whether I get you back or not
But you lit this candle and
you're what I want
Candles burn out and
flames aren't forever
I should have proven then that
I could get better
Now I'm just a wick,
stuck burnt in dried wax,
ever talking about your scent
even though no one asked
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
I want to heal, for myself
And for you
Something keeps telling me
I'll still be the fool
You had enough of my unhealed ways,
You'll never trust in my post clarity days
And healing will feel good,
whether I get you back or not
But you lit this candle and
you're what I want
Candles burn out and
flames aren't forever
I should have proven then that
I could get better
Now I'm just a wick,
stuck burnt in dried wax,
ever talking about your scent
even though no one asked
For a moment my house was tranquil
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