Not You
Who am I
Who are you
You are a dictator
A violator
You flip your script
Your face is day and night
I live in a cript
scared in fright
You hate me yet
You say you love me
Then call me an abombination
Of what used to be a great nation
Yet I still stand here
One of Gods many Creations
You left me
Beaten
Broken
Forgotten
Left to pick up the pieces
In a crissis
Im France and you're ISIS
You threw me away like garbage
But I am lifted
and am riding home in a carriage
I am stronger
A fighter
with a great desire
I will win
You will fall
Who am I
The real question is
Who are you
Cause I am me
and not you