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
'Cause I don't have much to say

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Writer(s): Anna Van Giersbergen, Franciscus Boeijen, Hendrikus G J Hans Rutten, Hugo Prinsen Geerlings, Rene C.f.j. Rutten