When a candle burns
it flooding the room
with a magical sound
with a fantastic atmosphere
I look in the candle's flame
and hear my heartbeat
and nothing else
There's a life inside
the candle has to burn
it keeps me alive
if the candle go out
there will be black darkness
which swallows me
I close my eyes
and I see the candle again
it warms me up
and I'm thinking on suicide
and pain, lots of pain
I have to put it out
and there's the black darkness again
which swallows me
and all the voices in my head
if another one blows it out
I will be dead
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