Burning candles, dim light
Much like my mind, trying to fight
for that last breath of oxygen to keep it going
The ember, the wick, ever-glowing
Fingers, 10 of them grasping the rectangular device
Reaching, yearning, for some type of advice
Advice from words, long forgotten, yet still spoken
the only words that speak from my heart; the ever-precious token
Heartless, bitter, cold
All words used to describe a broken girl
Just doing as she's told
"Go on," he said "give me a little twirl."