You're a good song title
You're nothing near full
A misconception of the mind
There's something missing in your kind

A shell of something beautiful
But nowhere near whole
You've got a body of air
And have got nothing to share

Empty sounds, jumbled words
They gather in herds
You've got such potential
But you've got nothing central

A delusion of sound
Lying and deceit tightly bound
You've got no soul
But you're a good song title