It's like my life is a candle that burned out,
Melted wax silhouette left in the dark.
My existence is raising a big question-mark!
Why I'm I still here? What is there to see?
No one gets it, but it's exhausting being me!
No one gets it, but it's exhausting being me!
Everyday is a battle, every second is a fight,
Between them and between what is right.
Nothing but mere shadows is what dance,
You think it's scary... but on a second glance....