Lyrics: Autopilot Off. Slick Shoes. The Silver Star.

Keeps to himself, never really had that much to say
He wears the welts beneath his skin.
Those yesterdays have a way of staying
when constantly they try to cut you down.
All he wants is to be like anybody,
And if he had one wish then he would ask for half a chance.
Because all he wants is to be like anybody.
I pin this medal on you.
You get the Silver Star.
Woke up this morning. Brave just for getting out of bed,
Because he know they're waiting for him with poison tounges.
They do there best to try and isolate him.
They took their shots but they could not take you down.
There is something that they cannot take away.

You get the Silver Star