I sit in the park where i dewell,for this boy i love so well,he took my heart away from me,now he wants to set it free.i see a gril on his lap,he say things to her,he never said to me.i ran home to cry on my bed.not a word to my mother was said.my father came home late that night.he look at me from left to right.he saw me hanging from a rope.he took his knife and 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.
