​Isn’t it the strangest thing, When you scream and shout, But they hear you sing

Isn’t it the strangest thing,

When you scream and shout,

But they hear you sing,

Isn’t it hard to be strong,

When you’re breaking inside,

But nothing seems wrong,

Isn’t it like a piercing heart,

Tormented and bleeding,

But it just looks like art,

Isn’t it a deafening sound,

Screeching and harsh,

But you haven’t drowned,

Isn’t it a tough pill to swallow,

Stuck in your throat,

But the crowd you just follow,

Isn’t it empty and alone,

Suffering in silence,

But at least you have a home,

Isn’t it painful and dark,

No light in the tunnel,

But the footsteps left no mark,

Isn’t it just the strangest thing,

When you scream and shout,

But all they hear is you sing.