They say that I'm the quiet one
And I guess I am
They say that still waters run deep
But I wonder if they know what that means
They say a lot of things about me
That I am too restrained in battle
That I have no fire when I fight
That I analyze too much
That I have never tasted blood on my tongue
But I fight beside them
And sometimes I lose
And sometimes I win
But there are times that I can't hold back
And there are times that I let myself go
When I listen to my logic
Then tell it to go to hell
Because I may be quiet
I may be analytical
I may be restrained
They just don't know me
Because there are still waters
And still waters run deep
And deep beneath the still waters
There is the riptide
Where you find the undertow
And it can pull you down
Drown you in the dark
And it never leaves a ripple
On the surface of the still waters