Sometimes I get sick to my stomach

When I think about potential

Potential I have to reach

Potential I could never even realize

Wasted potential

 

We could be heros

We could reach great heights

New heights, climb to a new apex

We could

 

An object at rest stays at rest

Where's my outside force?

To tell me how high I can climb

 

I'm an idealist but I'm also a realist

I know that despite what my mom once told me

I can't do anything and everything

 

But I'm still young and naive

And I want to believe

That I am capable of change

And reaching that potential wherever its peak lie

My glass is still half-full

 

But my glass is spilling