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.