Everybody Got Their Something

I'm coming out of my wishing well Where only echoes lonely hear m prayers I'm coming around to bend cause my resistance been far too persistent I've come to far to force it so I'll watch it slide and land I could come on strong and willful but I'd ra

Push & Pull Mr. Nothing's got a lot He's got a lot to say He's good at being what he's not Gives nothing away Another day goes on by And he never speaks his heart He takes his chance with what he's got It's too late now to stop You push and you pull

my face to the sky dreaming about just how high i could go and ill know when i finally get there taking of my glasses sun pokes through my lashes and somehow i know theres a time for every star to shine everybody got their something everybody got the