What is the saddest song (lyrically) ever written?

"I'd Love You To Want Me" by Lobo.

Heartbreaking lyrics, although not "in your face" like, say, "The End Of The World" by Skeeter Davis.

Cats in the Cradle

I don't see any song that is purely about romantic heartbreak as that sad. Songs that deal with death and the like are more haunting to me.

Two of my favorites:

Alone Again Naturally- Gilbert O'Sullivan (last verse especially)

Reflections of My Life-Marmalade

Sullivan by Carolines Spine

Hurt by Johnny Cash

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Teddy Bear by Red Sovine

King's Crossing - Elliott Smith. It's always an uneasy feeling when I here him sing 'Instruments shine on a silver tray, don't let me get carried away'. Ultimately that's exactly how he died.

Angel- Sarah Mclauchlan. Noone can listen to that without wanting to drink.

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Elliott Smith

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I'm a fan. Much angst.

Surprised no one mentioned Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven.

And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda - Eric Bogle

though I became familiar with it through The Pogues version..

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Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack, and I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback, well, I waltzed my Matilda all over.
Then in 1915, my country said son, It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.

And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin'.

For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity.

But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway.
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore. They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, what are they marching for? And I ask myself the same question.

But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear. Someday no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?

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Mister, Would You Please Help My Pony- Ween