My hours are filled with the past,

You face is plastered on my heart,

Beloved it's true I can't make a new start,

You have a grip on me it seems,

But I wanted you to let go of me,

Beloved you may regret,

But don't fret,

Just look and see I am doing fine,

It's like I am a statue of the refined,

Just let me shine,

After all this heart ache I want to be in my glory,

Just remember that this is my story.