Quiet type - the boy who never tried
Nobody misunderstood the way he pushed us away
And every time he's called upon, he hesitates in silence
'Cause if there's one thing that he's learned in life,
It's - talking does no good
Quiet type - we never broke inside
Now nobody even bothers to try
And every time he's called upon, he hesitates in silence
'Cause if there's one thing that he's learned in life -
It's talking does no good
And everytime he hears his name it registers with violence
So nothing could have been done
To make him one of us.
Our opportunity's grown with friends we've spent
But all alone this boy seems more content