Back Snap

somewhere behind the roaring rhetoric laying beside promises slain shivering there, inside cold hearted twists was this... a wounded excuse. crumpled by the wayside beginning to blend with those surrounding sights mulching along with the rest of the trash thrown out back, residual backlash where no one will notice where no one really cared whatever happened to honestly real surrounding that beating heart all but forgotten, it seems is keeping a promise so foreign walking with integrity, doomed and discarded does anyone remember when your word was your bond. handshakes sufficient and character mattered, strong as an oak tree and all that... no more no longer, it's all about image all about face, never mind the intention is worthless as soon as it's uttered, it's already forgotten reduced to a sound bite and lost, follow the bouncing ball commitments hiding beneath the ruins of what was once noteworthy and true