When you're not sure of your love,
Let it go, let it pass,
For when it is gone, when it is past,
You'll miss it and you're surely in love.
When you're not sure of her love,
Let her go, let her pass,
For when she is gone, when she is past,
She'll want it and she'll come back.
When you're not sure of love,
Break it up, cut it out,
For when it is broken up, when it is cut,
You'll both need it and make it up.
When it is gone, when it is past,
You don't miss it, you're not in love.
When she is gone, when she is past,
She doesn't want it, she won't come back.
When it is broken, when you've cut it out,
You don't need it and you won't make up.
If you're in love and she won't come back,
Don't cry and begin to regret,
For the terrible hurt, inside, will abate.
And somewhere in your misery,
You'll find the answer to love's mystery.
Posted: 2007-07-01 12:45:52