[Verse 1]
Screen's got me feeling like a ghost tonight
Three dots dancing, you're typing something nice
But I know it's just for show, for your feed to grow
While I'm sitting here alone, wondering where we'll go
Your perfect posts don't match your 3 AM calls
When you're breaking down behind those filtered walls
[Pre-Chorus]
Waiting room music playing in my head
While they ask me how I feel, I'm seeing red
Caribbean lullabies my mama sang
Now remixed through static, making me insane
[Chorus]
Digital therapy, digital love
You want my trauma served up
Like content for your feed
But baby, this ain't free
My pain ain't your currency
Stop performing empathy
[Verse 2]
Remember when you filmed me at my lowest low?
Said it was art, but baby, that was just for show
Your installation made headlines, got you paid
While I was still healing from that overdose display
Now you're calling me up through pixelated screens
Saying that you miss me, but what does that even mean?
[Bridge]
Connection lost, please stand by
Your signal's weak, so am I
Can't tell what's real anymore
When every breakdown's a score
In your social media war
Nadia, what are we fighting for?
[Chorus]
Digital therapy, digital love
You want my trauma served up
Like content for your feed
But baby, this ain't free
My pain ain't your currency
Stop performing empathy
[Outro]
Buffer, buffer, loading lies
Your face is frozen, so are my eyes
Can't pretend this connection's real
When everything we say is just a deal
Logging off, shutting down
Finally finding solid ground
Without your performative crown
Without your performative crown