Let me tell you about the candles of my life
When my life was five point five
When I used to feel like the world is mine
And when all my stars used to shine.
Let me tell you about the perfect world that I used to live in
When life taught me to never give in
When all my stories started to begin
And when I started to fit in.
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They were four candles actually
I used to fight for them bravely
Trying to keep them lighted hardly
Enjoing loving them crazely.
But as I always say:"they were too good to be true"
They always turn off, there is nothing new
I just can't take care of them, even they are few
That's something I used to know and I'll always do.
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With the death of my candles comes the birth of other ones
Their birth always reminds me that I was in their place once
Then they start toturing me like an old grudgy sun
They torture me for one reason, only for fun.
But what can I say? What can I do?
It's always the same, nothing is new
It happens only for me and some few
We will never taste happiness and that's the only thing we knew
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But with a look at your lieing eyes
I forget myself and all of your freaking lies
But deep in my heart, I hated you and all your guys
Especially when you steal hearts like stolen cheese by mice.
Finally, after all these years
I started to forget all about you and my fears
I've learned how to whipe my own tears
And every time they talk about you I close my ears.
Written by: *Nada Mrabet.*
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