Sometimes it's all about you
Sometimes it's
all about me
And everything that we see
Is what we want it to be
If it's all a
theory
Can you tell me clearly
What
it is exactly
That you still won't tell
me
What I need is a story
Even if
it's just a story
What a way, what a
day
To walk away
What a way, what a
day
To walk away
I stood waiting for
it
For an end I almost knew
Counting
every moment
Isn't patience a virtue?
But if I held my breath
I would've
fainted so fast
If I crossed my fingers
It'd be too long to hold back
There was
the slide that I saw
A love without any
flaws
But there is no such thing
It's
a gold you can't touch
I'll stay waiting for
it
I'll put all my time on break
Until
I see the full page
Any answer come my way
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