French

Chapter 1

French

And you native tongue is pure,
But you float above the surface,
And my blue skin cuts into my veins,
But a gun, I need to purchase.

I remember when my fingers were aligned with yours, my dear.

And your native tongue is French,
Or at least you try your best,
I cannot wait to die, my dear,
For this life, I do detest.

And in this life,
I had one chance.
I lost my daughter,
No more enhance,
You're my romance,
Take up my fighting stance,
Don't make me dance,
I ripped my pants,
I'm out of breath,
They wanna hang with the meth,
But bring the rope, cause the only way we hang is by the neck.

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