Every fuckin day is the same. Can't look up from the screen. Crushes breakin over the phone. Guess that I'll be alone.
Til I see your message titled “love confession” … Feeling' tempted by a lie; it's a misdirection.
Fake love confession…
So bored, don't know what to do. Guess I'll click on your heart What I read was nothing new, But it left me distraught.
You were nothing more than spam. My little love connection.
Engineered to phish my soul. Been spoofed again. By a false confession.
Gotta get outside to see the trees and green and birds and all the waterfalls… Maybe when I leave I'll heave a sigh of sweet relief because I left all…
The mixed intentions. And misdirection.
Hold the phone I'm out the door I seek relief In weaving through the forest floor… Maybe when I'm old I'll reach a state of pure composure ‘cause I broke the mold.
Out of mud a lotus rooted symbol what they show us through electric rain… Digit cloud upon us cataloging every action you reply to…
Will the next robo-romance pass the Turing Test? I cannot be sure if I have a good detection… For false confessions.
Fake attachments. Deep, deep learning.
Every fuckin day is the same.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
