Not Nice

 A candle keeps me alive

a candle goes, you know,

as our lives and hopes

who I wish you were

oh 

dear

how I wish you were her

i

am not nice in any sense 

of the word and still this 

hot candle burns

I've only been known

for my heat

only been loved 

for the heat that I bring

i

am not nice 

in any of the right ways

I devour my loves

and they always run away

I'm ok with these 

turning tides

i

not nice, have been known for 

quick desire

turn away when close to the fire

yet this candle still burns

whomever is in my room

my heart still yearns

for what I had with you.