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