It’s all dark and black inside,
Just like me, myself and I.
With a little lonely candle,
That will soon die
With shadows casting everywhere,
And me know not what to do.
I really want talk to someone,
But the question’s who?
Like the candle that shall die,
By its self and all alone.
It makes me think if we share the fate.
But the thought makes me groan.
With the rain starting to fall,
From the dark and eerie sky.
Makes me think about the candle,
And how I wish to die.
The candle that once shone so bright,
Is now ...