Tragic. Ironic. Suicide.
Tragic, Ironic Suicide
Down on the alley at the park where I dwell,
I once knew a guy I loved so well,
He took my heart away from me,
And now he wants to set it free,
I lay and cry in bed,
Not a word to mother I said,
Father came home early that night,
Looking for me from left to right,
Finally through the door he broke,
He found me there, hanging on the rope,
He got a knife and cut me down,
On my dresser a note he found,
‘Dig my grave and dig it deep,
Filled with marble stones from head to feet,
And on the top please put a dove,
To show the world I died for love.
Down on the alley at the park where I dwell,
I once knew a guy I loved so well,
He took my heart away from me,
And now he wants to set it free,
I lay and cry in bed,
Not a word to mother I said,
Father came home early that night,
Looking for me from left to right,
Finally through the door he broke,
He found me there, hanging on the rope,
He got a knife and cut me down,
On my dresser a note he found,
‘Dig my grave and dig it deep,
Filled with marble stones from head to feet,
And on the top please put a dove,
To show the world I died for love.