you feel like a candle
in a hurricane
just like a picture
with a broken frame
alone and helpless
like you've lost your fight
but you'll be alright
you'll be alright

when push comes to shove
you taste what you're made of
you might bend till you break
cos its all you can take
on your knees
you look up decide you've had enough
you get mad
you get strong
wipe your hands, shake it off
then you stand