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 schoolyard 
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