SMM

She knows the latest trends
Look at her Instagram
She has so many friends
What if I ask them
"How does she spend her time?
What's going through her mind?
Is she still in her prime?"
What is the answer?

"She won't write you back
If you write her
After getting drunk
She don't wanna call you
She won't send you
A present for Christmas
You won't have a chance to meet
Not in this life anymore
Anymore"
Well, fine, I don't mind

See this familiar face
Of someone that you embraced
With whom you were spending days
In early December
Scroll down the page of life
Memories materialize
Pictures of you and I
Side by side

I check her Facebook page again
I do this constantly every day
'Cause I'm a social media maniac
Okay, I see the same unnatural pose
I see the hashtags in every post
You never know which one will trend
And which one will get more likes and comments
She'd like to know

I won't write you
Don't you ever write me
I ain't gonna call you up
Neither are you
It's a shame but
We could then realize
That we won't meet again
And I won't recognize your number
If you ever call me
I won't write you
I have my pride
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
All this was known from the start
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I won't send you a card on your birthday
Don't wanna meet by chance in a cafe

I got used to
Spying on you
But that ain't worth it
You ain't worth it