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Season 3 (Inspired by House Of Cards)
she gave her ammo for him to seal it in his heart
but he fired it with every last bullet leaving a scar
she was patient till he came to his senses of what he did wrong
but so blinded on putting himslef first
the one who was with him for 30 years are just numbers
she put a piece of wood, to let the fire running
her truth to enlighten her husband, from the fog that surrounded him
but, look at them now, look at frank
he layed his hands on her, griping her face like he would with a prostitute
she couldn't respond nor she wanted to
looking into his devilish eyes, fire raging only within
vomiting on her at the oval office
she left him be when he finished his wrath of anger
I'm glad you let it out and showed me your undigested confession
you saved me from many years of disappointments
I'm leaving you Francis
she gave her back to him as she walked out of the white house.
but he fired it with every last bullet leaving a scar
she was patient till he came to his senses of what he did wrong
but so blinded on putting himslef first
the one who was with him for 30 years are just numbers
she put a piece of wood, to let the fire running
her truth to enlighten her husband, from the fog that surrounded him
but, look at them now, look at frank
he layed his hands on her, griping her face like he would with a prostitute
she couldn't respond nor she wanted to
looking into his devilish eyes, fire raging only within
vomiting on her at the oval office
she left him be when he finished his wrath of anger
I'm glad you let it out and showed me your undigested confession
you saved me from many years of disappointments
I'm leaving you Francis
she gave her back to him as she walked out of the white house.
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