Trance

They met,

She loved Him,

He hurt her,

She cried,

A lot,

Too much,

She healed,

Got over it,

He realized,

He fucked up,

A lot,

Too much,

He tried,

It was too late

Now he is asking for another chance

Asking her out on a dance

She feels like she is stuck in a trance

She needs to escape maybe to France

He is after her like a fan, thirst man

Should of loved her when he had the chance

Now he wants to enhance his love for her

When she no longer desires him

When he knows long time ago he killed the fire

She is tired, everyday still getting flyer

Her lit ass attire, while she rewires

All the damage that he had wired

While he was out there being a liar

She was in her room getting higher

Thinking about what transpired

But at the same time

Retiring to his emotions

Thinking she was under some sort of potion

So much commotion

Not enough devotion

All that was left was an explosion

Emotions running deep like a fucking ocean

All in slow motion