I strike the match and watch it burn,
I light the candle thats sitting on my table.
I start to write,
All my words are sketched out by candle light.
Do I try to hard sometimes?
Or should I try at all?
No matter how many times I get up,
I always fall.
So blow out the candle that is my life,
I gave all I had,
But its not enough this time.
So I write this to you,
From the light of my candle,
Words from my heart,
Cause sometimes life is somthing I cant handle.
I take my mistakes,
And hold them over the flame,
And watch the pain burn away.
A candle left to burn,
The wax is gone,
One less lesson to learn. |
