I sit in the park where I dwell
For this guy I love so well
I see a girl on his knee
Saying things he never said to me
I went home to cry on my bed
Not one word to mother was said
Father came home late that night
He looked at my from left to right
He got a knife to cut me down
And on my dress a note was found
dig my grave, dig it deep
Dig my grave from Hess to feet
And on the top place a dove
And remember this; I died for Love
You may have heard this before because this is not my own but I thought I would share it because I thought it was sad
