my baby
my baby
my baby
my blue
your gunna get whats coming to you
my heart is beating way to fast
and our love will surely never last
burn a hole in my head
make sure im dead
paint the floor red
heed the words on poems i've said
keep my heart in a silver box
keep it sealed with iron locks
through it in the water down by the docks
dive down deep and cover it with rocks
make sure its never found
make sure it never makes a sound
with golden chains, it must be bound
push it in the water and let it drown.
releive me of this fate
give me a clean slate
for without a heart
for which you broke
I can start
to finally soak
of the warming waters of isolation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem