Sitting in the park where I dwelled..
For this boy I loved so well.
He took my heart away from me, Now he wants to set me free.
I saw a girl on his lap..
He says things to her he neva said to me.
I ran home to cry on my bed.
Not a word to mummy was said.
Daddy came home late tat nite. He looked at me from left to rite.
He saw me hanging from a rope..
He took his knife to cut me down. And on my dress a note was found: "Dig my grave,
Dig it deep.
Dig my grave,
From head to feet.
And on the top place a dove.
And remember this..
I died for love..."
aye. quite sad arh. found this in an e-mail. i like the rhymes. haha. ok.. finee.. i'm insensitive. haha. oh damn. need to go. haha. i forgot i gotta go. now i remb wat i forgot. haha.
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