These books have given me knowledge to help me see my path worth taking
Costed an arm and leg, dear debt: don't make me beg for the sense I'm making
Here we separate the gifted from the fake
No, this isn't giving up
No I just pulled the cord and separated all the risk from reward
Now throw
What you worked so hard for
Into a flooded field that saturates and overcrowds with a million more dropouts
They place all their hope in you
This panic has poisoned me with worry, fear and self-pity
It instilled, with it's incisions
Well I've been spending restless nights
While gut instinct and conscience fight constantly with these decisions
Here we separate the gifted from the fake
No, this isn't giving up
No I just pulled the cord and separated all the risk from reward
Now throw
What you worked so hard for
Into a flooded field that saturates and overcrowds with a million more dropouts
Now dropout
These books teach us the art of taking the easy way out
We separate the gifted from those who are taking the easy way out.