Rough yet gentle, waves begin to crash down
Living this life, of a merry-go-round
Darkness falls, upon your pale little face
As I stand next to you, my heart starts to race
A small candle burns, with intentions of growing
The wind blows it out, without either of us knowing
Glass shatters around us, you're gone it now seems
You're a part of what's left, of these sad broken dreams
