more than my score

Late nights under the desk-lamp glare

Looking at the papers scattered everywhere

Every dollar saved, every hour they worked for me

Is a heavy debt I carry silently

I forgot the joy of wonder,

forgot the open door

Now I'm memorizing pages out of terror and of war If I

stumble, if I fall

Will I lose it all?

But I am more

than the numbers on a page

More than the weight of this self-inflicted cage

(yeah) My worth is not a score

I am meant for so much more

The red ink on the paper

felt like a heavy stone

I sat there in the hallway,

completely alone

But a teacher sat beside me

and looked into my eyes

Said "this is just a moment,

not your life's demise" Because I am more

than the numbers on a page

More than the weight

of this self-inflicted cage

My worth is not a score

I am meant for so much more

One step every morning,

learning how to breathe

Finding peace in progress,

starting to believe

My grade is just a measure

of a single afternoon

It doesn't define the summer,

it doesn't block the moon

I took the pen again,

without the fear of falling down...

Yes, I am more

than the numbers on a page!

More than the weight

of this self-inflicted cage!

(ooh,

yeah) My worth is not a score

I am meant for so much more!

(spoken softly)

I finally understand the difference now.

Between wanting success... And believing I deserve a chance.