She's a candle that's left unkindled by its owner. Standing stiffly surrounded with dead matches and bizarre harmonies. Everything just doesn't make sense, right? Like the reason behind his absence after that one luminous night. Traces of the smelted wax to itself, like her resentments she couldn't even erase. All that she's asking for is an ignition within her, a light that illuminates all through the gloomy atmosphere. Waiting for the flame weakens her gist, it's been eternity since she felt a warm embrace. Is anybody there? Does anyone even care? Have you forgotten about her? There's no one outside, I heartily fear. I'm on my knees forever for not inching my feet away from the fire. I'm on my knees forever for craving more of his fiery cuddle.