I can prove that I don't care,
throw back my shoulders,
leave my fears in the air,
walking and strutting, as though I dare
to live my life without you there.

I can prove that I am strong,
being fine and confident,
show you that you're wrong,
standing and laughing, leading you all on,
to show you I was coping all along.

Look at me, I'm on my way
to recovering from you,
without being led astray.
I can deal with anything that gets into my way
to prove my point for yet another day.

I can keep this strong face on, for sure,
though it gets a little harder
with every minute more,
any moment now I'll be running through the door,
so that you won't see me crying on the floor.