Self-Destructive Page

I never hold a candle to you never shine a light There's no internal force which keeps me yearning through the night I'm horrid faced with paperwork and technically unsound There are no love notes hidden about since you're not around This town is vacuum-packed and rude with heartstrings cut asunder I can't help but wonder if you're still strung to me I wonder, do we still love each other? Our history is pasted on the walls of mind and matter Electric smiles light up our lips in glass too thick to shatter But now my candle's flickering on the edge of youthful age I'm a story with no ending on your self-destructive page.