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