In the mirror my reflection's worn and thin
Dropped twelve times in interviews where to begin
Bank app shows a balance of twenty-seven K
Next month's bill's three-twenty debts won't go away
At two AM I'm clutching my phone tight
Scrolling endlessly but nothing feels right
In reality zero income feeling lost
So here online I pay whatever the cost
On this empty platform with twelve hundred friends
I find my worth where the real world ends
In my life I'm drowning with three hundred K
But on SNS I gotta shine this way
Friends' feeds always flash a brighter scene
Earned four grand monthly living like a dream
New car pics European trips they share
While I can't even post my empty square
Faking fifty on a bag that's really five
Snap my laptop by the coffee feel alive
Twelve comments light my dark and lonely day
Telling myself at least I look okay
On this empty platform with twelve hundred friends
I find my worth where the real world ends
In my life I'm sinking with no way out
But on SNS I gotta live it proud
Saving every penny meal's one-twenty grand
But online I'm dining like I've got it planned
Here I can pretend to be someone new
Making fake success the only truth
On this empty platform where likes define
My existence keeping me in line
In my life I'm broke with no success
But on SNS I gotta impress
Minus five-oh K on my credit line
Already spent three-two-oh running out of time
Here no one knows they can't see my pain
Virtual success keeps me sane