No More Last Chance

You wanted a chance,

I gave you many.

Your lies were a perfect dance,

I watched it gladly.

Together we dreamt of France,

But the weather was sunny.

To me you were a mischance,

But acceptance wasn’t easy.

You again wanted a last chance,

But no more ink to write my misery.

Never even want to see your glance,

Cause this is the end of our story.