If I could hold
The world in my hand,
I would let it burn
Like I once did.

Oh, how I once burned,
So bright, and so clear.
But the brighter I burned,
The deeper I sank,
The faster I died.
And all I ever did
Was burn brighter.

If I could wish
For one little thing,
I would ask
To be born in darkness.

A place where there is
nothing,
No light to shine,
No fire to burn.
A place where
I never died.