Stillborn Love

 

Tell me you don’t want me

tell me that I’m no good

but don’t keep me hangin’on

the way you do

treat my heart as gentle

as if it were your own

I believe that you owe that much to me

 

But give me one good reason not to grieve

and mourn our stillborn love

that died so young

like broken blossoms wasted by the rain

that never lived to see the month of May

 

Of course I will be hurting

if ever I will see you

walking down the street

with somebody new

but if he can make you happy

the way I wanted to

I believe I must learn to set you free