I always looked up on the ones who walked away  Choosing themselves over preset  Ways of looking at a future that had no room for the  Questions they lived for  Always knew i never could have walked away myself  My self worth was beyond any help  And i didnt care to test it against the rejection i had seen before  But those i loved so much they underwent a change  They're working fourty hours they got caught in the game  Like junkies running dry, the vulnerability  They're always there on time  We're never satisfied like junkies running dry  This wonderful generosity  A third of our lives to do what we please  Doesn't look that great to me  In fact it doesnt even look fair  They call it youthful idealism  And even I would have to agree with them  Except some of us grow up and its still there  I grow up too slow I don't wanna go  But now i'm working just like everyone else  But ill get out of here