A cold morning
Gave the winter a worthy start
She’s only sixteen
But she knows something isn’t right
Cause the innocent silence in the morning lasts the entire day and night

So she’s struggling to be seen
and dying to let herself be heard
But who’s to trust if you’re sixteen?
She’s terrified at the age of sixteen

The summer taught her you can’t take anyone for granted
Cause no matter what they say
One by one, she sees them fading away
So what’s the point of letting yourself be heard
Who’s to trust
If they all look the other way


Just a cold morning
As the beginning of this old routine
This routine at the age of sixteen
But she refuses to surrender
This time she won’t be a pretender
So she’s struggling to be seen
and dying to let herself be heard
Still searching for someone to fall back to
Can she find a defender?

A cold silence
Represented with a fake smile
She’s wandering a million miles

A cold silence
Doesn’t tell her to stay alive
Don’t you see
She’s struggling to survive


A cold silence tells the story of another cold morning
Like her cold eyes when they ask her how she feels