Love That Kills

Michael Vincents

There was a boy I liked so well,
He liked me too, I could tell,
He stolen my heart away from me,
And now he wants to set it free,
He likes another girl you see,
As he sat her upon his knee,
And told her sweet nothings he never told me

I ran home crying that very night,
There was no one there to comfort me,
So the staris I climbed up to my room,
This was where I was to meet my doom

When mother arrived later on that night,
She searched for me left and right,
The stairs she climbed,
My door she broke,
To find me hanging from a rope,
Although she tried to cut me down,
My deap coarpse fel, to the ground

Now you see I loved you so,
It’s too late now I’m gone,
I hop I haunt you in your dreams,
For everything ou’ve done to me.

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