She burnt me like a candle,
And I can't take this pain,
This scolding writhing agony,
This empty souless shame.

Now I'm burned and ruined,
Consumed by hungry flame,
My heart is turned to ashes,
My life is not the same.

I know I cannot fight this fire,
That never was my aim,
But I'd rather burn forever,
Then never hear her name.

"Well I'm a common working man, with a half of bitter, bread and jam and if it pleases me I'll put one on you man... when the copper fades away."