Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be
  You bear your ideology so stoically
  That all that you can see, is inferiority
  Here I am, my head in a cloud
  Can't you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground?
  I guess I'm fool, cause I thought I could recognize
  The people who cared for me,
  I thought I could draw the line
  That surrounded my friends
    Oh I, I'm not going to give up
    And I don't mind the quitters, so much as the thieves
  It's tolerable company, given the means
  I won't waste my time crying
  If I'm the last to understand
  The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance
  I'm losing the faith that youth hold in longevity
  I guess that's the price for bartering naivety
  Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief
    I'm not going to give up