Choked by this feeling of ignorance, of petty whims and lies,
He, who yearns my friendship, will fall to his demise.
And the music is now in favour of broken hearts and cries,
And it yearns for the stranded strings of severed friendship ties.
I lie on the floor, stagnant, fearing for the worst,
And my heart, my heart, my heart, so close to being burst.
Why do you speak? Why spout these words on and on and on?
You do not pause to think of what I think – my opinion – unless I’m gone.
And are you really talking to anyone at all when you’re not listening to a single word I say?
And are you really going to keep on talking, keep on spamming words this way?
Listen up, it’s time to stop.
Let your words flutter, flicker, flop.