what's her name
why i reply
she's so quiet
at the back of my mind
i twist and turn
to and fro
to and fro
like the blowing wind
i have nowhere to go
because i'll hear she's so quiet
but did you know that she's
alot talkative in her mind
she notices his unbuttoned shirt
the tint of blue fading to orange
how coffee smelts better
when you're late for a date
but i'd like to go somewhere
where i don't here she's so quiet
because no she isn't quiet
she's so broken
she's so broken by your words
so sick of your fake smiles
i can't admit that she's quiet
you'll pity her like just you've done
from the day you heard silence
