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I know from a lesser tribe
I suppose the range of my intelligence
is way too wide
And you donīt see me
īcause I donīt have much to say
My emotional outlet
is consuming the better part of me
And apart from the wrong words
a tortured cry is making me see
That you donīt see me
īcause I donīt have much to say
hours and hours fo jealousy
are passing me by
Although hollow silence
is the only wave
going through your brain
And you donīt see me
īcause I donīt have much to say