"I sit in the park where I dwell, For this boy, I love so well. He took my heart away from me, And now he wants to set me free. I see a girl on his lap, He said 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 to right. He saw me hanging on 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 DROVE AND REMEMBER THIS: I DIED FOR LOVE!!"
07-09-2007 om 14:52
geschreven door Black'nWhiteGirl
