October 12, 2008
It’s hard to tell her mind to stop thinkin’
When he’s the only thing on her mind
It's hard to tell her mind to stop lovin'
When her heart still does
It’s hard for her to smile
When her heart is cryin’
It’s hard for her to love
When her heart is so broken
It’s just so hard
Because she knows
Love is just another form of Suicide
And she says:

"I sit in the park where I dwell
For this boy I love so well
He took my heart away from me
I see a girl on his lap
He says things to her he never said to me
I ran home to cry on my bed
Not a word to mother was said
Father came home late that night
He looked at me from left and right
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 it so my soul can sleep
And when you look down from above
Remember this
I died for love..."

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