Why do I make my heart cry
When thoughts of you
Fill me with sorrow and pain?
The memories of what I’m missing
The hopes for a future that I’d been wishing
But the pain of the present’s in my eyes
Looking at us now, I realize
That the love that I feel is mine and mine alone,
And there’s nothing to share
When you’re loving on your own.
I can offer my heart,
But I cannot make you take it
Your gentle brushing aside
Is more than enough to break it
So why do I make my heart cry
By hoping the wall around your heart will crumble?
You say the spark is not there
Yet I know that you care
Clinging to the tenderness we used to share…
But why do I make my heart cry?
