what a way

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