Dig my grave

I sit in the park where i dwell
for this boy i love so well,
me and him we used to be
but now he wants to set me free,
i see her sitting on his lap
he says things to her he used to say to me,
i run home crying to my bed
not a word to my mother was said,
my dad came home late that night
he looked at me left and right,
he saw me hanging from that rope
on my dress was this note,

dig my grave,
dig it deep,
dig my grave from heaad to feet,
on the top put a dove,
for this you know i died for love!

~me and a friend wrote this so it may already be posted with a different title but i hope you enjoy it