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Daddys girl

haunted memories of two lost souls  
where they are buried you will never know  
they had to die  
now ill take a few minutes to tell you why  
 
he was married to me  
and he cheated you see  
she was my best friend  
and that's why they came to an untimely end  
 
working and going to school  
I had no idea i was being played for a fool  
I was happy with my life at the time  
everything sublime  
 
so I thought.............  
 
then i came home early one day  
her car was in the driveway  
I knew something was wrong  
and i would find out before to long  
 
I unlocked the door quietly  
then moved thru the house silently  
creeping up the stairs  
completely unprepared  
 
I stopped at our bedroom door  
and i could hear him fucking that whore  
I froze momentarily then i knew what had to be done  
I tip-toed to the basement and I got the gun  
 
my father taught me how to shoot  
and he gave me this gun, with a silencer to boot  
i loaded it and took it off safety  
my stomach turned and my mind went hazy  
 
I worked my way from the basement back to my bedroom door  
i stood there listening until i couldn't take it anymore  
I turned the handle slowly  
then i went through the door boldly  
 
lets just say they were shocked to see me  
from what i remember i screamed like a banshee  
I think i was asking why  
and that's when i decided they both were going to die  
 
he was saying something like its not what i think  
and then before they could blink  
i pulled the trigger, i shot her in the knee  
and then it was a total killing spree  
 
I put one through that bitches head  
you should of seen his face once he realized she was dead  
he tried to move  
but he wasn't that smooth  
 
i got him once in the crotch and twice in the chest  
he fell to the floor, i sat next to him i needed rest  
he wasn't dead but he would be soon  
this was one hell of a dog day afternoon  
 
it took several hours for him to die  
but it was cool, i need to time to get supplies  
I had to call my dad  
hes the only one who would understand, and wouldn't be mad  
 
I didn't say anything over the phone  
I just told him he needed to come to my home  
He got there i showed him the mess  
he laughed and said "wow you really cant handle stress"  
 
we wrapped them in their soiled blankets and sheets  
we pulled them down the stairs by their feet  
my dad said we should put them in her car  
we loaded them up and drove quite far  
 
my dad knew a spot  
he had buried a couple people there that he had shot  
the apple does not fall far from the tree  
they will never be found was my dads guarantee  
 
we took her car to the local junkyard to have it crushed  
every time I pass that place now i get flushed  
they even gave us the car it was now just a metal block  
i keep it in the gun store right next to the Glocks  
 
the best part is no one even cared they were gone  
no candles no vigils everyone just moved on  
I finished school with top honors  
then i went into business with my father  
 
the gun business has never been better, we even opened a range  
every now and again my father looks at me strange  
I'm sure hes thinking about the day,  
the day i blew everything i cared about away  
 
just like he did when he caught my mother and that guy  
laughing also while he watched them die  
like father like daughter  
do not cross us, or you might be the next one's we slaughter  
 
 
:)  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
Written by nikkimoe
Published | Edited 10th Aug 2012
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