Though you enlighten me,
I thought you would have learned
That you're like a candle,
And all you do is burn
Until you're nothing more
Than solid, melted wax,
Useless facts in return
For a tax on my heart.
Now I'm lost in the dark
And I can't find my tracks.
There is no passage out
or clear route to the start,
So how will I survive
once you swiftly depart?
- afm
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