
The Quiet Hurts
[★ “THE QUIET PART STILL HURTS” — Mohawk Vandals ★] [VERSE 1] I’ve been sleeping with the lights on ’Cause the dark feels too familiar. Every shadow on my wall Looks a little too much like her. I keep pretending I’m fine, But the mirror knows I’m lying. I laugh it off like a joke, But the punchline’s me, crying. [PRE‑CHORUS] I’m the king of “I don’t care,” But I care way more than I say. I’m the ghost of who I was Haunting who I am today. [CHORUS] And the quiet part still hurts, Even when the music’s loud. Even when I scream the words Just to drown my feelings out. Yeah, I’m smiling through the cracks, But the cracks are getting worse — I’m a punk rock mess in a leather jacket And the quiet part still hurts. [VERSE 2] I keep replaying old nights Like a mixtape stuck on rewind. Every memory’s a landmine That I step on every time. I’m the sentimental vandal Breaking things I meant to keep. I’m the tough guy in the pit Who cries himself to sleep. [PRE‑CHORUS 2] I say I’m better off alone, But that’s just something I rehearse. I’m a liar with a loud voice And a heart that whispers first. [CHORUS] And the quiet part still hurts, Even when the music’s loud. Even when I scream the words Just to drown my feelings out. Yeah, I’m smiling through the cracks, But the cracks are getting worse — I’m a punk rock mess in a leather jacket And the quiet part still hurts. [BRIDGE] Look… I know I act like nothing phases me. Like I’m bulletproof, Like I’m built from duct tape and sarcasm. But the truth is — I feel everything. Too much. All at once. And I hate that the world keeps spinning When the people I miss don’t. I hate that I still check my phone For messages that aren’t coming. I hate that I pretend I don’t care When caring is the only thing I’ve ever been good at. [FINAL CHORUS] (bigger, sadder, louder) And the quiet part still hurts, Even when the music’s loud. Even when I scream the words Just to drown my feelings out. Yeah, I’m smiling through the cracks, But the cracks are getting worse — I’m a punk rock heart with a busted rhythm And the quiet part still hurts. [OUTRO] Yeah… The quiet part still hurts. But at least the noise Feels like home.

