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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 From Letras Mania