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“IT’S NOT FAIR!” I sob
I feel like I’ve been robbed
I WANT to be Francine
I WANT to be free
God, I would be so free
If I were Francine
So I take a swig of that bottle
Feel the burn in my throat
I might as well murder that hoe
But then Stan would feel low
It’s pathetic how a perfect masterpiece like me could ever weep into a bottle of cheap gin over a fucking creep.
I yearn for something so distant
Our love could never be
But I want it to be
“So I’ll make a persona and pretend to be her” I thought,
Fuck that! I’ve tried
God knows I’ve tried
I take the bottle, and I chug some more
“GOD IM SUCH A WHORE!!!”
My head’s all blurred
My vision too
No matter how hard I yearn
i’ll never be her…..