She’s out of my (E)life.

She’s out of my (E)life.

And I don’t know (B)wheth er

to (G#m7)laugh

or (C#m7)cry.

and I I don’t know wheth er I to (G#)live or die.

(C#m7)lier.

And it (A)cuts like a knife;

she’s (A)out of (B)my (E)life.

It’s out of my (E)hands.

It’s out of my (E)hands.

And To think for (B)two years

to (G#m7)she

was (C#m7)here,

and I took her for grant ed; I was (G#)so cav a (C#m7)lier.

Now the (A)way that it stands,

she’s (A)out of (B)my (E)life.

(E)hands.

So I’ve (D)learned

that love’s not pos (E)ses sion,

and I’ve (D)learned

that (A)love won’t (E)wait.

Now I’ve learned

that love needs ex (C#m)pres sion, but I’ve (A)learned

too (A)late,

(B)and

she’s

out of my (E)life.

She’s out of my (E)life.

Damned in de (B)ci sion

and (G#m7)curs

ed (C#m7)pride.

I kept my love for her locked deep in (C#m7)side,

and it (A)cuts like a knife;

she’s (A)out of (B)my (E)life.

Mm.