I'm a songwriter My only weapon is my pen And the frame of mind I'm in And the things I flash on everyday They all reflect in what I say Oh yeah, a poet

I'll be standing right next to you Right next to you One day when the sky is falling You've got that smile That only heaven can make I pray to God everyday And baby, everything that I have is yours You will never go cold or hungry I'll be there when

But I cannot forget Refuse to regret So glad I met you and Take my breath away Make everyday Worth all of the pain that I have gone through And Mama I've been cryin' Cause things ain't how they used to be She said, "The battle's almost won

Well, I work hard everyday Come home straight with my pay My baby either drink it up Or she threw it all away I'm gonna quit my baby If she don't stop cheatin' and lyin' Well, I would rather be alone Than to be worried out of my mind Well, I give her all

I turn myself on yeah Mirror mirror on the wall Get into it Every time I look at me If the shoe fits (fits) Wear a bitch (bitch) Never mind, screw him Everyday I see myself

Passion in my eyes, I lived it everyday, but how could you go throw it all away? In my dreams it's me and you, it's there I saw it all come true As time went by faith in you grew, so one thing's left for me to do (finish you) I feel it burn inside, burn

We could be heroes We could be heroes, me and you We could be Everyday people do everyday things but I Can't be one of them I know you hear me now, we are a different kind We can do anything All we're looking for is love and a little light Love and a

We could be heroes We could be heroes, me and you We could be Everyday people do everyday things but I Can't be one of them I know you hear me now, we are a different kind We can do anything All we're looking for is love and a little light

All your excuses, they're always in the way Do you think that I'm stupid, make a new one everyday But you can't lie, girl I ain't blind If love is just a game you play, well then you're losin' Always stayin' out late, get off at 8 But you come to door at

Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop that you walk right by everyday Somebody that you look at but never really see Somewhere out there is somebody At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk When she