Its time I do me and take care of myself,
so away will you go, stored on my top shelf
You belong in that picture held up by that frame,
when all you are is a memory attached to a name
So away with the pain and away with the sorrow,
and no looking back, just forward toward tomorrow
Because it's time I move on and its time that I see,
that I cant give anyone my heart until I give it to me
So your face stands frozen while time stands still,
and I stand wondering how this void will ever fill
But I figure it will if I give it time,
looking out at the night with a pen and a rhyme
because the night will come when I see your face,
as just this thing on my shelf taking up space
