Marooned

I know from a lesser tribeI suppose the range of my intelligenceis way too wideAnd you don't see me'cause I don't have much to sayMy emotional outletis consuming the better part of meAnd apart from the wrong wordsa tortured cry is making me seeThat you don't see me'cause I don't have much to sayhours and hours fo jealousyare passing me byAlthough hollow silenceis the only wavegoing through your brainAnd you don't see me'cause I don't have much to say