Robots need love too

I know this site is a dangerous place for robots, seemingly having to lie about ones identity *less the captcha capture you... never the less, I'm someone who believes robots need love too... even perhaps by someone like you.

I'm not sure if you're in the know, or what you might have overheard when being sung to. I don't know how much of your days are your own and how much of them have been pissed away in customer service lines.

I don't know how all that walking has made you feel or how often feelings have made you walk. I don't know how many fires have been wasted in your eyes or how much blood your fleeting heart has bled.

I don't know if you prefer kings to boys or still believe in ringers of bells.

I'm not sure if you can tell the flaws from designs. And frankly. I don't care.

I just want to know, that little voice in the back of your mind. What's it singing and have you payed it any attention?