Joriah Kwame
Press play (reprise)
[Mr Porter]
The most tragic part of this story
Isn’t a scene that’s hella gorey
It’s the false moment of glory
When rage is roaring
A tree falls and no one's there to hear it, does it make a sound?
Is it like raindrops on the ground or does it pound?
And when she drowned in pain
Did something happen to her brain
That drained innocence and made her say
This is it, they’re gonna pay”
Hannah loses control
And suddenly she’s in a role like an antagonist
Let’s all just for a second be the analyst
Just press play
[Hannah]
Something shifts
Something quiet
Something clicks
And you’re reminded
Of every single moment that came before
There’s a trend
Something's the same
Supposed friends
All share the blame
And that shakes me to the core
Look in my eyes
Now what is it you see?
The child of lies?
Maybe a muffled scream?
A girl who died
Yet somehow you ignore
Well not anymore...
You broke me down
You left me bleedin’
You let me drown
You gave me reasons!
Every scar inflicted you can hear, just listen
I’ll record the pain inside my mind...
Running out of steam, too tired to scream
So I’m gonna leave a little noise behind!
Press pause
We all know what happens
The consequence of thoughtless actions
No need to trigger with descriptive words
If you think you might know a Hannah
Stop this track now
Reach out and tell her that she’s not alone