In God's hands I never was sure we were safe,
But I always tried; never knew 'til it was too late,
That we'd already lost; it wasn't enough,
No matter how big the fight, we'd given up.
What hurts the most is I know I'll never feel the same again.
What hurts the most is how we both, both let it end.
And the notion of karma's so easy to believe,
But everyone surrounds me with they used to see.
And I can't even say that our love is gone.
For so long it was just me and you, and I can't just move on.
In God's hands I knew eventually it wouldn't last,
And love without a perfect ending is now just our past.
You taught me life, to live and take, to feel pain.
It wasn't to be, couldn't be saved, but I'd do it again.
What hurts the most is I know you'll never feel the same again.
What hurts the most is how we both let this end.
And the notion of karma's so easy to believe,
But everyone surrounds me with they used to see.
And I can't even say that our love is gone.
For so long it was just me and you, and I can't just move on.
Basically I wish that you hung off my every word,
I wish that you'd listen to my lessons and I would learn,
I wish you felt everything I have and ten times more,
I wish you could have been the man I thought I knew before.
We knew it couldn't last, but we'd do it all again,
Leave it where it lies, and hope we're better off,
We're back where we started, before it all began.
It didn't last, it's our past, it's back in God's hands.
