I feel trapped on the internet
And I have felt that for a while
There isn't a video or meme
That's been able to make me smile
Every time I talk to someone
They are only after fame
After the conversation ends
I don't think they even remember my name
Whenever I try to reach out
They ask me how many followers I have
And I don't really
Have an answer to any of that
I just wanted someone to
Call a true friend
But I feel like its going to be like this
Until my little internet life ends
And uh, if it's all downhill from here
At least I can say I tried but
The bigger they come
The harder they fall
I think the internet is
Full of just garbage
A cesspool of things that
Don't need to be messaged
The whole point was to
Connect us all and unite us in
Our own ideas
But, it just ends in a sad trail of tears
When will I be free?
When will I be free?
When will I be free?
When will I be free?
Sometimes I wonder
What it would be like
To talk to someone
Deep into the night
Just to check in
To make sure I'm alright
I had someone at some point
But then he blocked my number
Now, um
I'm starting to succumb
To things I didn't want to originally
Dark thoughts in the back of my head
That tell me I'm unworthy
For you, for him, for anybody
Maybe it will get to me
Maybe one day I'll be free
When will I be free?
When will I be free?
When will I be free?
When will I be free?