it's okay if you don't want to text back I know it's a fact you are just cap

(Verse 1) Yo, I'm trapped in this cipher, a digital-age bind With these so-called partners, they're leavin' me behind Hit 'em with a text, a tap on the glass screen Silence is the answer, a void, an unseen scene Used to think we were tight, like data streams entwined Now I'm just a ghost, an echo in their mind Every notification, a flicker, a false hope They're the master weavers, hangin' me by a rope Of unreturned messages, blue checks, no reply Just the digital dust, driftin' in their sky They see my name pop up, prob'ly rollin' their eyes "Oh, him again?" as their true colors rise. (Chorus) Fake smiles in the sunlight, but shadows when it's dim They're actors on a stage, playin' a wicked hymn Only hit me up when the spotlight's on their face Then vanish in the ether, without a trace Gotta text 'em first, yo, the burden's always mine They never hit me back, a consistent, cruel sign They're just frontin' for the crowd, puttin' on a show These ain't real connections, just seeds that won't grow. (Verse 2) My fingers on the keypad, another message sent A prayer to the servers, my energy is spent Waitin' for a vibration, a buzz, a little sign That my existence matters, that I'm still on their mind But the phone stays silent, a black mirror stare Reflectin' my frustration, a silent, stark despair Then I see 'em with the new crowd, all laughs and easy grins Pretending to be wholesome, washin' away their sins Of neglect and indifference, the cold shoulder they threw They morph into angels, when there's good company, it's true. Their social chameleon skills, perfected and refined Leavin' me out in the cold, while they leave no one behind Except for the one who always initiates the talk The one who's always waiting, stuck on this lonely walk. (Chorus) Fake smiles in the sunlight, but shadows when it's dim They're actors on a stage, playin' a wicked hymn Only hit me up when the spotlight's on their face Then vanish in the ether, without a trace Gotta text 'em first, yo, the burden's always mine They never hit me back, a consistent, cruel sign They're just frontin' for the crowd, puttin' on a show These ain't real connections, just seeds that won't grow. (Bridge) I'm a ghost in their contacts, a name they scroll right past Until they need a favor, somethin' built to last Or when the popular crew is lookin' their way, Then suddenly I'm "bro," they got somethin' nice to say. It's a performance art, a carefully staged play Where I'm just a prop, then they toss me away. This ain't friendship, partner, this is just a game And I'm tired of playin', tired of the endless blame They project onto me, for their own lack of care The burden of connection, a weight I can't bear. (Verse 3 - Faster, more aggressive flow) So I'm cutting the cords, severing the link No more wasted keystrokes, no more time to think 'Bout what I did wrong, or why they never reply I'm purging the poison, lookin' up at the sky For genuine connections, authentic and true Not these digital charades, put on by a few Who only care 'bout optics, and what they can gain From a friendship that's hollow, filled with emotional pain. I'm deleting the history, clearing the cache, From these parasitic entities, turnin' friendship to trash. The masquerade is over, the curtains have fallen down I'm reclaiming my worth, in this digital ghost town. No more reaching out, no more chasing the wind My inbox is clear, where true friendships begin. (Chorus) Fake smiles in the sunlight, but shadows when it's dim They're actors on a stage, playin' a wicked hymn Only hit me up when the spotlight's on their face Then vanish in the ether, without a trace Gotta text 'em first, yo, the burden's always mine They never hit me back, a consistent, cruel sign They're just frontin' for the crowd, puttin' on a show These ain't real connections, just seeds that won't grow. (Outro - Beat fades with a final distorted synth note) Yeah... ghost in the machine... that's what they made me. But the machine's broken now. And I'm free. (Sound of a phone being slammed down)