Maybe your veiw of quality is more than you can be
When 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 feel dangling
Down there on the ground?
I guess I'm a fool
Cause 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
No I, I'm not going to give up

And I don't mind the quitters as much as the theives
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

Oh I, I'm not going to give up
No I, I'm not going to give up
I'm not going to give up
I'm not giving up