A blackened wick is what remains   The flame was blown out just recently   Although the candle hadn't burned down to the stick   It won't be lit again, the day won't be quite as bright      We don't know what she may have been   All we know is what she left behind   An apartment cluttered with children's toys   Photos of good times      In the bedroom, there's sheets on the windows   There's a four poster bed for a reason   On the floor there's a box full of secrets   It won't be opened      Here older boys and girls would play   All inhibitions were left behind   And as the door would close, her face began to shine   This was her finest hour, this was her finest time      She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me   She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me      She's gone, but not forgotten, she's still here   In all those years she touched so many lives   Who's gonna watch the little girl she left behind?   Carol Anne stands alone in the school yard   All the other children have gone after waiting for hours   She can't understand why her mother left her sad      In the darkness she sees definition   In the silence, she hears someone calling   After nightmares, she lies in bed screaming   But there's no reaction, there's no one listening, there's no one      Now, she's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me   She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me   She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me   She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me   She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me   She's gone and it's not gonna be alright, not for me she's gone