That Girl

Who is that girl I see?
She has a broken heart,
She stares straight back at me.
Why has her heart been torn apart?

Can someone be so cruel,
Can they just throw her away?
Like an old greased up tool,
Who is it that made her this way?

She touches her wet cheek,
It all just seems too crazy.
Then I begin to grow week.
My world starts to turn hazy.

That girl I see is me.
How did I get this way?
Why didn’t you just love me?
Forever broken I will stay.