I Had My Heart Broken At the River of Long, Lost Pain

I used to like to go fishin' at the river of "crazed insanes'... I had my heart broken at 'the river of pain'. I used to like to draw pictures of abstract art... Now i've only drawn from a picture of a wholey broken heart. I used to love to sing songs of love... Now i only mask my feelings like a hand deeply hidden, inside a well worn glove. I used to laugh instead of cry... Now my only dream is to no longer live unloved, My final dream in life is simple-My heart is broken-I wish to die, and never of love's heartache to my ears, to never be spoken.