She is out of my life...

Es especialmente para llorar...

(...) I don't know whether to laugh or cry...

I don't know whether to live or die...

And it cuts like a knife, 

she's out of my life...

And it cuts like a knife... la verdad es que muchas veces no sé si reir o llorar, suena cursi pero a veces es inevitable ser cursi.

PD: I miss... (him?)