Fingers. Voice. Heart. Shake. Shake. Shake (Suis La Lune)

Why? Oh why do I make you cry The way you haven't cried since then When your heart was trembling? You just say that I don't see anything. I guess it would hurt like knives To say that you are just too shy To tell me that you don't want me around, At least for awhile. Only if you could see It was not them but me Who broke the last two pieces of your heart. A heart so fragile. A heart so caring, So caring that you forgot to care for yourself instead.