I was counting days before Christmas.
I was thinking of people I loved.
I was trying to wipe off their faces
But they still remain in my heart.
There's an art of letting people go.
There's an art of letting people be.
There's an art of forgiving and forgetting.
That's the art that I've recently learned.
I was thinking 'bout the things I did last year.
And I must admit I did them very well.
But there's sadness in my eyes because of people
Who can not accept the fact that I have changed.
There's an art of letting people go.
There's an art of letting people be.
There's an art of forgiving and forgetting.
That's the art that I've recently learned.
Now I'm looking in the mirrow.
Who's that girl that I should see?
Is there's something good about her?
If it is how can it be
People feel so dissapointed?
Expectations trapped their minds.
They expect her to be near
But there is freedom on her mind.
So there's an art of letting people go.
There's an art of letting people be.
There's an art of forgiving and forgetting.
That's the art that I've recently learned.
There's an art of letting people go.
There's an art of letting people be.
There's an art of forgiving and forgetting.
That's the art that I've finally learned.