A blackened wick is what remains
The flame was blown out just recently
Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick
It won't be lit again, the day won't be quite as bright
We don't know what she may have been
All we know is what she left behind
An apartment cluttered with children's toys
Photos of good times
In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows
There's a four poster bed for a reason
On the floor there's a box full of secrets
It won't be opened
Here older boys and girls would play
All inhibitions were left behind
And as the door would close, her face began to shine
This was her finest hour, this was her finest time
She's gone, and it's not gonna be alright, not for me
She's gone, and it's not gonna be alright, not for me
She's gone, but not forgotten, she's still here
In all those years she touched so many lives
Who's gonna watch the little girl she left behind?
The flame was blown out just recently
Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick
It won't be lit again, the day won't be quite as bright
We don't know what she may have been
All we know is what she left behind
An apartment cluttered with children's toys
Photos of good times
In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows
There's a four poster bed for a reason
On the floor there's a box full of secrets
It won't be opened
Here older boys and girls would play
All inhibitions were left behind
And as the door would close, her face began to shine
This was her finest hour, this was her finest time
She's gone, and it's not gonna be alright, not for me
She's gone, and it's not gonna be alright, not for me
She's gone, but not forgotten, she's still here
In all those years she touched so many lives
Who's gonna watch the little girl she left behind?
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