Les Rêves Canadiens


            Like a madman she plotted her revenge,
            She wasn't going to let anyone fool her again.
            The rain fell down hard that night,
            Thunder and lightening sliced the sky,
            Her plan was going perfectly,
            His car was parked outside "her" house.
            With rage and anger she busted down,
            Her once best friends door,
            She pulled the 12 inch shot gun out,
            Pulled the trigger four times or more.
            She sat down quietly sobbing hard and loud,
            Turning back wasn't an option now,
            She watched them die she murdered them,
            But she had to kill one more.
            She inserted the last bullet,
            She had to make this count,
            She turned the gun to her head,
            One shot she killed herself.
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