They yell speak up.
I fill these pages like I fill those spaces with my lies.
They yell step down.
A crowd's not worth this and love's not worthless, you've got to step up stranger.
Might paint something I might want to hang here someday,
Might write something I might want to say to you someday,
Might do something I'd be proud of someday.
Mark my words, I might be something someday.
They yell right on,
A class act president, you are my boss,
I am confident in your eyes.
They yell move up,
Don't stand back here and wait like an animal at a farmer's gate,
Am I food or am I free?
So speak up this is your last chance my friend,
Roll the windows down and take me in.
Reach out say what you're really about.
Are you coming here or not, are you coming out?
Might paint something I might want to hang here someday,
Might write something I might want to say to you someday,
Might do something I'd be proud of someday.
Mark my words, I might be something someday.
Might paint something I might want to hang here someday,
