What am I going to do?
I'm losing myself & I'm losing you too.
What are we going to do?
We were a candle with a bright burning wick but what are we now?
Has the flame burned out?
Maybe Im to blame, I know its a shame & I'm not proud.
There's nothing left of me & I'm not sure what you see,
When I'm just an old building that's been burned to the ground.
I'm not begging for you to stick around.
I wouldnt blame you if you hate it how youre never sheltered from the clouds.
But my foundation is stained with your footprints & these ashes would scatter in the wind to spell out your name.
I know its a shame & I'm not proud, I know id be selfish to ask you to stick around.