They Say She Died Easy Of A Broken Heart Disease

Bleh

If you listen through the cemetery trees
Maybe you'll be able to hear my screams
Murdered in cold blood
He tore my heart from my chest
With a hiss and a glare
Buried upon the hill
Below the cliff where I cried for him for days
Walk on hollow ground
Listen to the whispers of the dead
They tell of a girl who loved a boy
She would have done anything
To be held in his arms just once more
If only he knew just how much her kisses meant
Would he have come back to me?
Every time she'd lie beneath him
His grip around her heart grew tighter
Until it burst within his fingers

Does he know of his fatal mistake?
Of his murderous crime?
Would it matter if he did?
Would he have saved me?

I'll haunt you forever
Not a day will pass without my name burying itself in your ears
My death will not be meaningless or forgotten

Her death shall not be in vain