Broken Heart

I look out my window
To see a girl lying low,
About to burst in tears.
It has come true, all of her fears.
She was left for another girl,
One with a head of soft curl
And emerald green eyes.
He did not even give good-byes.

She thought he was the one,
But he left her at a run.
He never again looked her way.
The next day, "I love you" she heard him say,
But he was not talking to her.
He was talking to the other girl for sure.

And he had left her with a sad broken heart.
A sad broken heart.