The flame dances on top of the hidden title

Its not the titles that come first.

I have myself,
keeping away bad things,
restricting myself.

Until you came along,
One,
Two,
Three.
You count the burning flames and tell me,
"you don't know me like the title knows it's words."

You disappeared,
gone from my vision,
you ran away,
restraining me once more.

Restraining me from the title you've got,
the title I know and cherish.

I may not know the real truth,
but I'm willing to accept it.
If you just allow me to count the burning flames together.
If you let me know you a bit more just like the words that fill the title.
If you give me the chance to grab, I already know you like the title knows its words.