Plannin' on for you to call back but then it never rings/ There were so many things, there were so many signs/ Now I'm growin' wings knowin' it's a waste of time/ Until my God reminds me of what I truly need/ I take a look behind just before your beauty leaves/ To get a glimpse of you hoping that you see me too/ And now we staring at two people that we never knew/ And probably never know, hoping I'll forever grow/ Into the one who finally gained the strength to let you go/ And change my ideas on what true love is/ I wipe my eyes clear, and rise above this... -The Procussions, "Miss January"