You're my flame.
The one to blame. 
For all my pain. 

And I'm the wax.
That's a fact. 
Take me back.

You burn,
I run.
But I stop midway
And I try to get away.

I'm wax.
I harden.
Then I'm stuck. 

I'm too far away from you to run any more.
But yet I need you.
To get away from you. 

Because I am wax.
And I can't leave without a flame. 
You.

So you continue to burn me, all the way down. 
There's nothing left to burn. 
It's just me and all of myself. 

It's so sick and twisted.
I want to run from you.
But yet, without you I cannot continue.

So I need you.
But you burn me.

It's a cycle.
You burn, I run, I stop.
I'm done.

How is it possible to need something
That causes you so much pain?