Days she spent with him, she doesn't regret
The greater expectations were not met
Asked for something she doesn't even want
Only fools make turmoils so transparent.

The type that lives in the immediacy
Passions are meant to be felt intensely
So he said good-bye as fast as he came
Both dreadful and brilliant, that is the game.  

On some days, she wished she were more normal
That she'd be less difficult to handle
It's a curse and an asset; this wild side
Change that, all good things about her subside.

When fireworks settle for the routine
It drifts away, best bit lost in between
Only for a day or it's all the way,
Expect no less or she will go astray.