I grew up hiding with my mother. Always running from my father. Searching for a place to stay. All them nights spent in the cold Momma said it's not our fault. But I think that broke my brother's soul. I locked my demons deep inside. I'm so afraid to lose my mind. I was always the quiet one. But yet I'm still my father's son. I was always the quiet one. And I'm what's left of a broken man.