The hollow sound of hollow lives
Made up memories,made up lies
Virtual pals and virtual pokes
fake relationship with folks
Hopes and dreams left in the past
Expectation lost too fast
Where have all, the real friends gone
The ones who drop by by just for fun
When did we lose the skill to say
I hope you have a real nice day

And mean it

The cry for help the plea for joy
Far to lost in virtual toy
We’ve lost the skill to be a friend
We have no love unless we send
A message direct to a face
In some fake local virtual place
We’ve lost our grace, humanity
Lost in the darkness lost at sea
And all that’s left of our last words
The sound of voices bounces of walls
Like echos

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