Toneless black words, nothing but pixels
Empty cold air from the depths of a stone heart
Endlessly swirling in a vortex of hollow promise
"I care"
Formations of sounds to just be ignored
They're worth less than the whistling wind itself
A whisper, a yell, it's all just the same
"I'll work on it"
No point in speaking if it will be only that
One word after another in a stream of dead breath
Better not to shout what you will never become
"It matters how you feel"
It never matters that I mean what I say
To everyone else it's all just the same
As the intangible promises they lock in for good
"I always try to do what I should"
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