You came like a season,
quickly passing by.
You made her so high,
brought her up to cloud nine.
She couldn't piece them all together,
it wouldn't tell a story.
They came in form of random parts,
from time to time, in folly.
She couldn't question why,
you wouldn't grant her the rights.
She finds herself in a cold love case,
of forbidden treats of the night.
Like a  merry-go-round,
you keep her hanging.
Her heart, you're mangling.
She knows it adds up to nothing,
for with nothing was how it started.
They were sweet nothings in this tango,
and with sweet nothings it ended.
You came at the season,
quickly passed by.
She just wants to know...Why.