Here I sit in this room,
staring at this burning candle.
That is my life , that is my doom.
The loneliness I cannot handle.
I'm fading like a dying candle.

Fade......
Fade away .....
Like a dying candle.....

The flame in my soul is fading away.
No place on earth left for me to stay.
From light to black through veils of grey.
As the candle burning bright dies today.

This empty room where I sit,
staring at this dying candle.
A piece of wax, that I've lit.
Reflects the life I cannot handle.
I'm dying like a fading candle.

Fade....
Fade away.....
Like a dying candle....
Fade away...................................



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