Internet Ruined Me

My keyboard's like my heart

It shines in RGB and it's full of blood

I don't know what is wrong with me

But I'm scared, pissed off and lonely (horny)

I have trouble speaking to women

Unless they're 2D or high definition

Spend all my time on social media

This is the state that I'm in

My Twitter feed's like my brain

'Cause I have it on dark mode

Memorize everything she says

So I can use it to guess her passcode

She's beauty, she's grace

She has a profile picture of her gorgeous face

To try and get more sponsors

To try and get more sponsors

But why don't you care?

I have spent the past ten years of my life

Making you prepared

You're political enough but not contrary

Sexual enough but not enough to scare me

Give me a reason not to be on my knees

The internet has ruined me

Look, I know I must sound insane

But that's part of the package

If she can't handle me at my worst

She don't deserve my mental baggage

I know you want six foot four

But one foot more and I'd almost be tall enough

To reach the high shelf, be your incel

I think I might be a threat to myself

A threat to myself

But why does she run?

When I'm monthly giving her fifty percent of my income

It feels like my ideas of affection

Are based around artificial perfection

I just want to appease

The internet has ruined me

We used to sleep on call together

We used to sleep on call together

We used to sleep on call together

We used to sleep on call together

We used to sleep on call together

We used to sleep on call together

We used to sleep on call together

We used to sleep