You know she's sad
(Although she says she is fine)

You know that feeling well
(too well)


It's you against the world

And you must be the STRONG one
(Always strong)


Like an ox
(sometimes feels like a rock)

The weight

Not just on your shoulders

While they flit round

The worries

Inside your head

Like birds

The kind that scratch

And rip

And tear

And suddenly

It's not her in hell

It's me

And I'm falling

Or flying

Am I?