Two sides of me agree to disagreenthey went their seperate ways todaynone stays at home the other walks the streetsnthat's how i lost the quiet side of mennhe packed my yearbook and directoriesnand a list from bad to worsenhe's got a list that he's been holding innand you're the ones to hear it firstnnknocking on the door of the friends who betrayed menstanding in the street with the sign that he made mencalling all the liars to tell them that the truth isnbetter in the end when you're taking your revengennfire on the third floor, heading out the back doornis the quiet side of me, making up for all the time he lostnnonce my quiet side is satisfiednthere's no one left to feed his appititenhe'll go back to how he used to benuntil my quiet side through with mennhanging up the phone on the friends with the favorsngonna get them back for the scars that they gave usnnfire on the third floor, heading out the back doornis the quiet side of me, making up for all the time henhand to play nice guy, telling little white liesnnow the quiet side of me, is claiming his revenge on everything...