My light is slowly dimming, it’s almost all out.
My soul is slowly fading, but I do not scream and shout.
My heart is telling me to stop, but my head is saying go,
Your killing me inside and you do not even know.
If my candle burns out too nothing,
My happy smiles will no longer be a thing.
My days will darken, my mood will change
And everything I do will start to look strange.
It’s like I’m Tinkerbell, when Wendy didn’t believe,
And her light and soul was starting to leave.
But she had Peter there to save her life,
Instead I have you, twisting the knife.
You take a breath and start to blow,
And the candle inside me is all out of glow
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