I’ve waited waited and waited
But you’ve faded faded and faded
A distant dream of my memory
Now it doesn’t matter what anyone tells me

The notion of quality
With standards that are nifty
At long last, it’s almost as if
None of them no longer exist

They can’t be found, just like you
Someone who took my thoughts, or at least use to
Now left empty with nothing in sight
Alone at last through the night

No questions of wonder
No questions to put me under
No question of when or how
Just the answers of the here and now

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