he had nothing to say and he said it

I could tell you that I came back because I had promises to keep, but maybe it was because nobody asked me to stay.

I told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

He spoke through a silence

I made him swear he'd always tell me nothing but the truth.
I promised him I never would resent it.
No matter how unbearable, how harsh, how cruel. How come
He thought I meant it?

I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

I guess I was wrong when I said I never promised anyone. I promised me.

A well-practiced prayer that he knew how to do. So he did, whispering the words aloud.
In all, he was relieved that no one answered.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage.

I would not come in.
I meant not even if asked,
And I hadn't been.

I made a misstatement and I stand by all my misstatements.

"I said, "I do not fear those pants with nobody inside them." I said, and said, and said those words. I said them but I lied them. "

I didnt asked the guy who said "Torrie Wilson doesnt belong in the WWE Hall of Fame" if he thought it was okay if I still came anyway. And I didn't ask the guy that was up there booing me telling me I suck if he deemed me worthy of lacing up my wrestling boots and giving it a try the next night. Because neither would've said yes but neither one was the one stepping in this ring."