Boy on TV

You felt alone, but there will be more springs to hold. Hurts to the bone, but I don't have much time to moan. I know you're prone to feelings of this sort, I don't know who I was before. Fakers, you say, you're probably right. Stop being pretentious, I just might. Words, words, only words, coming out of that pretty mouth. 'But was there anythings so real as words?' I'm a plagarizer, don't take it to heart.