I stare at my candle in despair
Wondering why he wouldn't be fair
Knowing you wouldn't be here,
delivers me to fear

I eat alone at a table for two
As the lonely bird flew
This tragedy may conquer me now,
But I have lots of cats who meow

A stranger passes by
Handing me a slice of pie
I thank him as the sun starts to dim,
She can feel her life wearing thin

I'm sober when I arrived so I took the slice
As I wonder, was my love for him just rolled by a dice ?
I took a but of the bitter pie,
I can feel my life getting dry
I fall onto the floor below,
And I realize my candle has been blown.