Family Tree

I don't talk too much to my family I feel bad, they don't understand me. I don't speak unless there's something really important to say. I'm not weak, Though quiet people often come across that way. You and me and the family tree That I can't seem to climb There's something wrong, I guess I don't belong And I don't really mind, no I don't really mind. I don't talk too much to my family. I feel bad, whenever they're around me. But I might write, maybe send a postcard once a year. To be polite, and tell them all the things they want to hear. You and me and the family tree Oh we made such a mess But you gave it a shot, and look what you got A son who's fatherless. You and me and the family tree That just can't seem to grow But I just wanted to say That I love you anyway And I think that you should know. I think that you should know. I don't talk, I don't speak You might say that I am weak But I don't talk, and I don't speak.