Why, do we have a sky, with colors all a blue? And birds , who once flew, and why, no matter what i do, my thoughts are always brought back, to you? Day after day, night after night, year after year, it's always the same thing i do hear. You should be happy, you should have moved on. when in reality, it has not been long, enough. So i ask you, why, oh why, are your standards so high?