I know just who i am
and what's in my head is that i just really don't give a damn
about who you think i am
I know there comes a time when you lose faith in what you believe inside and
what you have inside and did you know somehow it's just a spark that's a start
that keeps us from the crowd
The other day the girl came up to me and asked if she used to go to school
with me and kinda laughed and she said wasn't I the guy her friends always
called a waste of time
When I stop and think about to where I'll be 10 years from now I wonder if the
me of now would call myself washed up or watered doen or part of the crowd?
And the other night this guy came up to me downtown and can't believe that
after 5 years I'm still around and he said, wasn't I the guy who walked these
streets all night?
It's such a waste of time