I ask, will it ever get better than tonight?
Because, right now, I see no hope in sight.
My Green Light
My Green Light; it isn't so bright.
My Green Light is going dim,
Just like him,
Yet another victim.
I saw his candle blow out, as hers shines big, and bright.
My Green Light
My Green Light; it isn't so bright.
And I try to protect my flame, shielding it with my hands from the threatening breeze.
But as I see his burnt wick, flameless, and hers glowing with such ease,
I don't quite notice I'm crying, my eyes dripping with fear.
And soon, my flame is extinguished, by
one
single
tear.
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