After work, I drink a few cans of beer
And I become excited at night when everyone’s asleep
I turn on the Internet and go on Gaga Live
I talk about meaningless things with people who I don’t even know the faces of
Where do you live? How old are you?
I’m sorry that I’m not a girl
But don’t leaveYou might be bored, but I have someone I know
He has some things he wants to talk about
I write my worries like it’s someone else’s
And the thing that shows up in front of my eyes is,“The conversation has ended.”
I act like nothing has happened and turn off the conversation box
My eyes are heavy, I look at the clock,And it’s 4 o'clock
But it’s too early for me to sleepI’m still drunk
I become happy like this and become sad again
I hold the mouse in my hand, aloneAnd try to find someone that will listen to my story
I wander aimlessly in the Internet ocean
Someone listen to me
There’s no one here
The silence that fills the room
It’s calling you
I hear my voice
Call my name
If you’re the same as me
What do I have to do to get away from this empty feeling?
I take off my pants, and grab my phone
I take a picture of my XXX
And go on DC Inside, where people with nothing to do hang out
And tell them that I’ll show my XXX and put the picture on there
In the midst of the comments that are being posted like crazy,
I become the center of laughter in a moment
And for some reason, I become pleased with all the ㅋ’s that surround me
And I’m laughing with them, the people that I don’t know
I make a sexual innuendo at a girl,Who complimented me saying that my XXX was attractive - she said it was funny
Hey, then do you want to have a conversation with me?
She said she’ll make a room on Gaga Live
I got on and spilled out everything about my life
My hardships and the things I want to doThe kind words from an anonymous that make me feel better
“Can you text me sometimes when I’m going through hard times?”
I ask for her phone number, she said she wants to be texting buddies
And she gave me her phone number to me, I gave her mine as well
“Thanks, I’ll text you”
The sun is rising outside of my window
And I go on DC Inside again to delete my XXX picture that I posted
And I saw a thread from the girl that exchanged numbers with me
I clicked on it and it said that she got all my information and made a thread that she was proud of it
She captured all our conversations which laughed at the fact that
I was a dead end that had no friends to drink and talk with,
and a loser that quit college that doesn’t do anything now,
and a guy who didn’t even go to the army yet
I became angry so I called her number,
But all I hear is that the number doesn’t exist
All the ㅋ’s now feel like a scythe with 2 bladesThey poke my heart
And tears come down my faceNo, I didn’t actually cry
But I’m a little hurt, maybe a lot
But bitchThat’s not my number either
I just needed somewhere to rely on
So I followed you easily
But I’m the same when it comes to trusting people
Because you know, this place is just