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Drifting like a candle, helplessly flowing down a stream

A stream of rich coated blood, pouring from inside of me

My minds slowly wandering, I don't think I should feel this way

But I can't cast away the madness deep inside of my brain.



You're worried, you're telling me I'm not the same

I know I'm not, but I don't think I want to change.

A distant shadow, a walking spirit in the world

Burying myself alive, I'm not longer a child nor girl.



Whats happening to me? I don't know where I should begin

I can't seem to describe how I feel, I can't hold onto this pen.

My hands are shaking, my eyes are burning themselves dry

I can't seem to find an opening, a salvation or a light.



What has become of me? I'm becoming a distant memory

Watching it all fade away, my world is spinning violently.

I can't grasp hold of whats happening, a brutal awakening.

I didn't even notice, I didn't see my feelings go astray so easily.