She's working hard, just like everyone else.
Trying to help her family out. Trying to do what's right for them.
Her dad was diagnosed last year. Now she lives at home.
She's so strong, she don't show. She breaks down when she's alone.
I am her's.
I belong to noone else.
I live on the other side.
I am always looking in.
Bread is always on the table. The least that we can do.
And I'm working hard, though you don't see. I'm trying to be the one you want me to be.
I know she hurts but she don't complain. Don't like to focus on the pain.
Doing the best that we can do.
It's true for me and it's true for you.