He is out of my life. He was, for a long time already but his memories still haunt me. And no matter what I do, I can't get him out of me. Everything in him is implanted in my mind, my body and my soul...
He's out of my life
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
It's out of my hands
To think the two years he was here
And I took him for granted I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
He's out of my hands
So I've learned that loves 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
He's out of my life
Damned in decision and cursed pride
I kept my love for him locked deep inside
And it cuts like a knife
He's out of my life
Whatever happened to the US, i will wish for the day that you'll come back. Hopefully, it's love will lead you back to me... I miss you, Papao!
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