We used to talk all night, now it’s texts you ghost,

You post your heart like it’s just for show.

Used to mean something, now it’s a trend,

Love’s just a filter you swipe at the end.

I’m not mad, I’m just awake,

Watched it all bend till it finally breaks.

Not a tragedy, not a sad song—

Just call it what it is: maybe love is gone.

Maybe love is gone — buried in the noise,

Drowned by the scroll and the throwaway toys.

It’s not magic, it’s not fate,

Just a hashtag we all fake.

Maybe love is gone — and maybe that’s fine,

We chase the high, but never the spine.

So don’t say forever, just sing along,

We’re all pretending—maybe love is gone.

They sell affection in pixel packs,

Say “I love you” then never text back.

I used to dream of something true,

Now I write love songs no one listens to.

I’m not crying, just aware,

Of what we lost, but no one cares.

Not a breakdown, just moving on—

Just call it what it is: maybe love is gone.

Maybe love is gone — buried in the noise,

Drowned by the scroll and the throwaway toys.

It’s not magic, it’s not fate,

Just a hashtag we all fake.

Maybe love is gone — and maybe that’s fine,

We chase the high, but never the spine.

So don’t say forever, just sing along,

We’re all pretending—maybe love is gone.

Tell me you’re “busy” while you post in real time,

Tell me I’m special—then forget to reply.

Romance is retro, feelings are bugs,

I guess we outgrew all that human stuff.

I see proposals done for likes,

Breakups staged under fairy lights.

We chase attention, not a spark,

And wonder why we feel so dark.

Maybe love is gone — maybe we’re numb,

Trading the heart for a hit and a thumb.

It’s not magic, it’s not fate,

Just another word we desecrate.

Maybe love is gone — and maybe it should be,

No fairy tale endings, just dopamine.

So don’t say forever, just move along,

Nothing left to feel—maybe love is gone.

Maybe love is gone…

Maybe it never belonged.

Just a whisper we mistook for truth,

A lullaby we outgrew in youth.

And if it knocks again, I won’t believe,

Some things are meant just to leave.

I’ve learned to sway where silence clings,

No more songs—just broken strings.

Just broken stiiiiiings

Oooooooh-yeeeeaaaaaaaah