I wanted to be a candle
To light up my dear's dreams.
But before I can even handle
I'm already melting at my seams.

There are times I can emit a dim light.
But sometimes I burn with fright.
I am uncontrollable, maybe.
Or a bit insecure and disposable.

The lights on me keep burning.
Until I melt into something.
But then if you freeze me,
I think you can save me...