I remember the day

that you walked away

and left my room

empty again.

I couldn't tell

which of us meant well

when the tears ran red

down the sides of my bed

Our love began to bloom

late in the month of June

but it went away

for it would be autumn soon

and we won't stand

under the harvest moon

You'll turned my heart blue

and the pain of what you'll do

will get me a blue heart

and I was sent on my way