The faith that others have in me
Makes me have faith in myself

Sometimes, I just want to give up

I just want to quit school
Throw my instrument away
Quit going to church
And just give myself away to the elements

But I know how much that would hurt others

I mean, if it weren't for those others,
This alternative reality
Would've kicked in
A long long time ago

I could've, would've
Given up
But no.
That's just not for me.

I'm destined for more.
..At least people say I am.

My mother always tells me,
"You're my ticket to heaven."
My leaders always tell me,
"My, you have a lot of faith."
My teachers always tell me,
"You're gonna do great in life."
My friends always tell me,
"Man, you saved my life."

But is it true?
Do their words seep
That truth
I so long for?

Or do their words
Tell lies
Viscious ones
That can cut deep?

It's all on perspective I guess.
It depends on a lot of things.
The way I feel one day to the next
Whether or not I'm getting along with someone
How good or bad I'm doing in class

But whether or not
Their words speak truth
I can always count on them
And feel comfort within their walls

Their word blanket me
Like snow I so rarely see
Into an oblivion
But I never lose sight of reality

...And just what was my main point?

Alas, it was to...