Flame

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?