Used to talk ’til the screen went black

Now it’s “seen” then you never text back

Group chat dry, but your stories loud

Whole life filmed for a scrolling crowd

You say “I got you,” then ghost by noon

Only hit me when you need that boost

Birthday passed, you ain’t send that note

But you rant ’bout likes like they rent you owe

Why’s everything ’bout them

Every post, every word, every “us” gets bent

Boys, girls, same script, same end

We don’t talk much now, just pretend

Why’s everything ’bout them

Spin the truth ’til it fits their trend

I miss when we were more than a flex

More than a mirror for their mess

You love saying “family,” “day ones,” “gang”

But you vanish when I’m feelin’ drained

You front row for your own big show

But you’re backstage when my tears overflow

You call me “bro,” you call me “sis”

But only ring when you’re needing a fix

I’m tired of sittin’ in the back of your plans

While you pose with your cup and your captioned hands