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Ah, yes...
But I do remember the days.
Why, you might ask?
Simply because everything appears in its true form.
I know what I've had, and may still, but it's no longer up to me, but you.
So screw the high standards, because you made it through.
I showed you what I am and what I can be,
just remember, when we were together,
How that made you feel, baby.
I'll go through hell and back for you.
I want what I can't have...
And now it's turned into a waiting game.
But I do remember the days.
Why, you might ask?
Simply because everything appears in its true form.
I know what I've had, and may still, but it's no longer up to me, but you.
So screw the high standards, because you made it through.
I showed you what I am and what I can be,
just remember, when we were together,
How that made you feel, baby.
I'll go through hell and back for you.
I want what I can't have...
And now it's turned into a waiting game.