I know there comes a time when you lose faith in what you believe inside

and did you know somehow it's just a spark that's a start

that keeps us from the crowd.

The other day this 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.

I know just who I am

and what's in my head is that I don't really give a damn

who you think I am.

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 down

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