Do you ask the quiet one?
Do you want to ask the quiet one?
who sits in the corner with not a word on their lips
as they hear the cascade falling from yours
Freak, Weirdo, Nobody
Do you want to ask the quiet one?
When you notice scars on their wrists
and believe nothing is amiss
Hours, Days, Weeks
Do you want to ask the quiet one?
As they are thrown to the ground
and you just walk around
pop, bang, boom
Do you want to ask the quiet one?
Who’s gun is against you head
the last you remember is that they were a childhood friend.
Do you want to ask the quiet one?
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