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