nathaliezekovska

he's out of my life, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I don't know
whether to live or die, and it cuts like a knife, he's out of my life..

It's out of my hands, to think for two years he was here. And I took him for
granted, I was so cavalier. Now the way that it stands, It's out of my hands..

So I've learned that love's not possession, and I've learned that love won't wait
Now I've learned that love needs expression, But I learned too late..

And he's out of my life, damned indecision and cursed pride. Kept my love for
him locked deep inside. And it cuts like a knife, he's out of my life..