Gun Lock

Sorry.
What can I see?
Before I go out.
This story will be cruel.
You may not want to hear.

I have got everything.
Come on, blues.
We don't need a comfort of surface.
You're time soon to return.
I will put the gun lock.

Sorry.
What can I thrust?
In this my own mouth.
This story ends too short.
So I want you to laugh.

I have got everything.
Come on, blues.
We don't need a comfort of surface.
You're time soon to return.
I will put the gun lock.