He’s out of my life…
he’s out of my life
Ooh
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
Ooh, he’s out of my hands
he’s out of my hands
To think for two years that he was here
And I took it for granted
I was so cavalier
Now the way that it stands
he’s out of my hands
So I’ve learned that love is no possession
And I’ve learned that love won’t wait
Now I’ve learned love need expression
But I’ve learned much too late
And he’s out of my life
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
Ooh, he’s out of my life
August 25th, 2005 at 11:57 pm
Yeah, the post was a tad early, but who says I’d remember what i was going to write on saturday… :-p
August 28th, 2005 at 4:59 am
Not out, just a little further away.
August 30th, 2005 at 6:46 pm
The waters of our lives ebb and flow.
The seperate currents drag things to the distant horizon, while also pulling things close.
No one knows about the then, just the now.
I’d like to think our special friendship is a good example of that. If anything there is but another excuse for a roadtrip ; )