I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it’s bad for you
I believe we place our happiness in other people’s hands
I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
Wipe your hands, shake it off
You get mad, you get strong
On your knees, you look up
’Cause it’s all you can take
You might bend ’til you break
You taste what you’re made of
’Cause when push comes to shove
But you’ll be alright, yeah, you’ll be alright
Alone and helpless, like you’ve lost your fight
Alone and helpless, like you’ve lost your fight