She's out of my life, she'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, she's out of my life.
It's out of my hands, it's out of my hands.
To think that for two years she was here.
And I took her for granted, I was so cavalier.
Now the way that it stands, she's out of my hands.
So I've learned that loves not possession.
And I have learned that love won't wait.
Now I've learned that love needs expression.
But I learned too late, and
She's out of my life. She's out of my life
Dammed indecision and cursed pride.
I kept my love for her locked deep inside.
And it cuts like a knife. She's out of my life.
Hmmmm