Love is a candle,
Burning bright for two,
But with time it dwindles,
As does my love for you.

The flame is to be shared,
Not dumped on just me.
Because that's when I burn,
Please, just set me free.

Say how you feel,
Don't make up excuses,
Because your excuses hurt more,
Than domestic abuses.

The candle burns and burns,
Using up all the wax,
Until there is nothing left,
And that's when we turn our backs.

Only when our backs are turned,
That's when I realise,
That I'm the only one who's burned,
And I'm the only one that cries.