silent scream

Walking head down down the street Without a friend or enemy She'd never known And never dreamed Of anyone but him Can't see possibility Quite familiar with her feet She'd never known Catastrophe But never been free Must be something more for us Must be more of Everything Why's it's feel like it's all over When there's nothing Happening It's an awful kind of funny Say you know her but you Think she's happy It's an aching kind of funny You don't know her Half-smile's a silent scream Silent scream Talking but can't hardly breathe, His friendly words, they start to sting, The thing is now she'd rather be Anyone she sees Feeling old at seventeen Not yet had the opportunity To see the finer things Or work out what that means Must be something more for us Must be more of Everything Why's it feel like all over When there's nothing Happening It's an awful kind of funny Say you know her but you Think she's happy It's an aching kind of funny You don't know her Half-smile's a silent scream Silent scream Silent scream Got to set her free Silent scream