You’re a candle without a wick You listen to the voices in your head You hear the Demons whisper You’d be better off dead
You’re your own worst enemy You’re the reason for your own pain You walk through life without an umbrella And subject yourself to the poison rain
You’ve lost the ability to feel love And pleasure in your everyday You’d rather hide in the shadows And just simply fade away
In a world full of people, you can’t Imagine someone else who feels the same You think God has forsaken you and The Devil knows your name
You tell everyone, when it comes to a Good life you drew the shortest stick Everyone needs to know that no one knows Darkness like A Candle Without A Wick