I knew a girl who screamed at the sky
While all twenty seven of those years passed by
And when anyone would attempt to ask her why
She always gave a vague and sharp reply
She didn't want anyone to know.

I knew a girl who would put on a face
Of smiles, laughter, and flawless grace
She was twenty seven and her plans were all in place
But by night she was haunted by what she couldn't erase
She didn't want anyone to know.

I knew a girl who lives in us all
And whether she's twenty seven and six feet tall
Or seventy two, just frail and small
She's the one who keeps us in thrall
Yet nobody wants anyone to know.