• I come along
    And you bow your head down,
    You dont recognise me...

    You hold his hand like you mean it,
    He treats you bad
    I can feel it.

    His big and strong
    and you hate it
    whatever happened
    to "Big strong and light headed"

    I knew you since we were kids
    palying on swings and other useless things.

    I guess you grew up, although it doesn't seem so
    If you knew any better and opened your eyes
    When he hurts you and you fall
    I'll be there, to catch you in my
    Arms