Dead With A Broken Heart

No one asked for this love.
For the sparks to fly all above.
Does it matter now?
It was a feeling that I vowed.
It was all just for you.
It was something that you used.

But now I'm dead. So who care's?
Love isn't something that you share.
The moon can't always be bright.
The stars can't always be in sight.

My heart is broken, so what?
It's better than having my wrists all cut up.
I was used. I was played.
I wasn't the least bit afraid.

I loved you too much.
I would never let you go.
Even if you shared someone else's touch,
My love for you always grew.

I thought our love would last.
But it was never in the past.
It took me at this point to see,
That you never loved me.
I was a doll to you. A brick wall.
You'd never answer any of my calls.

You're going to die soon,
Then you won't find love anywhere.
Hell is where you'll go...
But don't worry...

I'll come visit you there