Hitman

I was meant to kill you
to bash your head in
I'd get paid a good bit
for that ruthless sin
 
but as I watched you
I couldn't resist
I was meant to kill you
but instead I wanted a kiss
 
watch you take your last breath
it was what i was meant to do
your beauty, your smile, yet he craved your death
he payed me as much as he hated you
 
I wasn't suppose to
fall in love with you, I mean
but i couldn't help it
you were a beautiful queen
 
Yes I was your hitman
and you were my aim
but i seen your beauty
and now your my dame
 

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