To me you've been dead for a while.
We had a fight, we cried, you ran away.
Now it's late, too late, I can't reach you.
If I could turn back time and make you stay,
maybe then I would still be near you.
You're out of my life, it cuts med like a knife.
I'm wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts sice I can't tell you.
You're out of my life, but did you have to die?
Now it's too late to say "I'm sorry".
Now I'm lost, on my own, it's over.
Now it's late, too late, I can't reach you.
If I could turn back time and make you stay,
maybe then I would still be near you.
You're out of my life, it cuts med like a knife.
I'm wounded and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts sice I can't tell you.
You're out of my life, but did you have to die?
Now it's too late to say "I'm sorry".
Now I'm lost, on my own, it's over.
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