sink low

it sure is quiet around here, the phone never rings anymore, so i'll wallow in silence, and nail my soul to the floor, 'cause i'm angry and jealous, and sick and tired of untruth, and i'm lonely my pride is bruised, my wheels sink low, loves candle burns slow, if i spread my wings, will i ever leave the ground, all of these painful scenes, that drag me down, my wheels turn slow, loves candle burns slow, and now my eyes are dressed in rags, to hide the scars from what i've seen, and my fall form grace, could it be a lesson to you, and if i trade my place, would it make it better for you