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You know me better than my IRLs, yet you treat me like the world

A planet being destroyed and looted, an endless death swirl

I've got a thousand x's on X now, you'll become just another number

Seeing it this time, watching the conversation unfurl

I hide behind the lines I find to make me look like I tried, that I'm fine

Penning this beat got me thinking about how I make worth out of my time

Doomscrolling the socials and destroying my fragile thoughts

All while feeling helpless to help with my small life

I grew up raised by the internet

I was born knowing how to use a cassette

I saw people not for how they present