If I touch a burning candle I will fill no pain,

If you cut me with a knife it's still the same.

And I know her heart is beating,

And I know that inside i am dead.

Yet the pain here that I feel,

Try and tell me it's not real.

And it seems that I still have a tear to shed.

If I touch a burning candle,

I can feel no pain,

In the ice or in the sun it's all the same.

Yet I feel my heart it's aching,

Though it doesn't beat it's breaking.

And the pain here that I feel,

Try and tell me "It's not real".

I know that inside my heart I am dead,

Yet it seems that I still have a tear to shed.