Help me
I have a disease called heart broke.
Its, worst than AIDS,
Its, worst than STD,
Its, worst than any disease!
Help me.
Its killing me, they don't have a cure.
They'll never be a cure for this disease.
Though for STD they have a cure.
For STD they have a cure.
They have a cure for everything.
Except this disease called heart broke.
Help me.
I knew this disease was good and bad,
But, when it's good, the feeling,
Its, worth everything.
But when it's bad,
It makes you want to do suicide
Help me.
Yes, I let it inside my heart, because I trust it.
So, it betrayed me, yes, indeed,
I should-of-not let it in, but I did
I trusted it, and I let it in.
At, first it was outside of my heart, now its inside.
I trusted it; I even love it, but now,
It don't love me,
We was like best friends,
But now it's killing me.
I try to ignore it,
But it gets stronger each second,
Help me.
AIDS can't be comparing to this disease I speak of.
AIDS kills your heart through the outside, and STD as well.
But this disease kills in both ways.
Now I'm in bed, saying my last words to you,
I say to you,
I love you!
While you say I don't.
And I scream out my last words,
I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And you say I don't,
....................................
That was my last words. I love you.
