The Quiet One

I grew up hiding with my mother.

Always running from my father.

Searching for a place to stay.

All them nights spent in the cold

Momma said it´s not our fault.

But I think that broke my brother´s soul.

I locked my demons deep inside.

I´m so afraid to lose my mind.

I was always the quiet one.

But yet I´m still my father’s son.

I was always the quiet one.

And I´m what´s left of a broken man.