We live our lives in public now
It is different than before
When we’d smile at an unexpected guest
Come knocking at our door
Our lives have become a tabloid piece
Twitter, tweet and post your soul, an issue of Inquisitor
With that burning spotlight pressing down
We now fear that surprise visitor
We post our private lives
Snap, it is a trap
Text me to sex me
We’ve stopped talking, reduced to stalking
No romance
No time to dance
We post our lives for useless fame
What a steep price it took
Nothing will ever be the same
The like, the gram, the waste of facebook.
