Not a man just another mannequin playing a simple love song upon his piano with notes of hearts and a rhythm of truth
his faceless expression upon his unlikely appearance seems to sprout excitement among the others as he spews romance from his mouth with out moving his lips
its funny because they fall yet he never trips, he stays above lifeless in his appeal
they love yet he holds no heart they kiss yet he was molded with no mouth
just another mannequin playing a simple love song with no eyes on him yet mouths speaking of him
