The rumble grows inside He hands clenched in fists Eyes open wide, From the sound she tries to hide
The sound grows to a rumble And she begins to scream Ceasing the crowds mumble And in panic they stumble
They don't understand her torment The the pain and sound just for her They wonder where the sweet girl went And what caused her mind to be so bent
Her pain and trouble goes unseen As life goes on unfazed Untill one day she breaks her screen And her slate is finally wiped clean.
This just kind of came to me when I was doing homework ( so off topic!) but I would love to hear if you have any interpretations so please feel free to comment