I sit in the park, Where i dwell
For this boy i love so well
I see a girl on his lap
Saying things to her
He would never say to me
I run home to cry on my bed
Not a word to my mum was said
My dad came home late that night
He looked in my room left to right
He got a knife to cut me down
And in my pocket 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.
