My ability to define me sets me apart
I glance at my future and don’t see my part
I get up, take my chance, and end up breaking my heart
People standing in a buffet want it all

My fault?

I’m just another dish from the a la carte

I look back into the future for my mark
Like a flashing car in an empty car park
All I need is a spark, and I believe I can defeat the dark

If people stopped believing in me, I’d get down on one knee and strongly agree
I take another glance at my future and ask to be set free