I know from a lesser tribe. I suppose the range of my intelligence. is way too wide. And you don't see me. 'cause I don't 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 don't see me. 'cause I don't have much to say. hours and hours of jealousy. are passing me by. Although hollow silence. is the only wave. going through your brain. And you don't see me