I want to reach out, but I live in an age
Were computers have surpassed our pathetic brains
I need someone to talk to, I’m alone and I’m angry
But technology replaced face-to-face conversation,
and I speak a dead language.

I want to see old friends, it sure has been a while!
When friendships were more than just numbers on a profile
I need familiar faces that smile full of warmth
But no one here knows me anymore
And everyone I knew has gone.

I want to tell a secret, but on second thought I better not
Because my fear of death is second only to being screenshot
I’m afraid to say out loud that I live in an age
Were pain and depression is caused by cowardice
And following the crowd is brave.