Die Of A Broken Heart

I keep having these disturbing dreams:

My final days, the end of me.

For some odd reason,

I get one last wish,

And every time,

I wish for this:

Take me fast or take me slow.

I don't really care how

I go. In the day or in the dark,

Just don't let me die of a broken heart.

The kind of pain that you just can't take,

Will send a strong man to his grave.

There's not a pill that can give you rest,

Or fill that hole deep in your chest.

So, take me fast or take me slow.

I don't really care how

I go. In the day or in the dark,

Just don't let me die of a broken heart.

No. Instrumental break. (Yeah, yeah. (Yeah, Yeah.)

I've been crushed by that hurt before.

There's no way

I could take any more.

If I fell in love, and

I found out it would happen again,

I'd say take me now.

And take me fast or take me slow.

I don't really care how

I go. In the day or in the dark,

Just don't let me die of a broken heart.

Take me fast or take me slow.

I don't really care how

I go. In the day or in the dark,

Just don't let me die of a broken heart.

No, don't let me die of a broken heart.

No.