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the Candle is Dark with wax laden silhouettes I dream of my history.
When I am gone, I'd like to think I left more than misery;
Just a little piece of me.

How was it meant to be?
I know what's right, but I still choose the wrong.
Is there nothing left for me?
I have a voice, but I can't sing along.
That's just how it is, but not how it's supposed to be.

I see your face and I can't turn away from the life you give
and all of my Stephanies can't tear me away from wanting a love to live.
and I want you... I still want your love.

How was it meant to be?
I know what's right, but I still choose the wrong.
Is there nothing left for me?
I have a voice, but I can't sing along.
That's just how it is, but not how it's supposed to be.