I know there comes as time when
You lose faith in what you believe inside
And waht 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 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 as 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 in 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 10 years i'm sill around
And he said, wasn't i the guy
Who walk these streets all night?


It's such a waste of time.