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.