Genre: Electropop / Synthwave
Perspective: Third-person, modern user immersed in digital illusions
Mood: Glossy on the surface, melancholic underneath
[Intro]
Glass screen glows in the dark,
She’s swiping love like it’s a spark.
Every photo — perfect scene,
But none of it is what it seems.
[Verse 1]
He’s got a jawline made by code,
Likes and filters overload.
His bio says he’s 29,
But that pic was taken in ‘09.
She poses twice for one fake laugh,
Takes ten more — delete the past.
Hearts arrive like dopamine,
But vanish fast, like they’ve never been.
[Pre-Chorus]
Lonely eyes behind the lens,
Pretend to fall, pretend again.
They match, they chat, they ghost the feels,
Swipe right to fake, left to real.
[Chorus]
Swipe left on reality,
It’s too raw, no vanity.
Better live in fantasy,
Pixel-perfect sanity.
Hide the flaws, just play the part,
Love's a filter, not the heart.
Swipe left, forget what’s true —
Who needs real when fake will do?
[Verse 2]
He texts in GIFs, avoids the pain,
Leaves her hanging in the rain.
She laughs alone, posts a smile,
Edits truth to match her style.
Moments made for “hearts” not friends,
Validation never ends.
But in the quiet, something's wrong,
A silence loud, a ghosted song.
[Bridge]
Can you fall for what’s not there?
In photoshopped electric air?
Behind each post, a hidden plea —
“Somebody out there, love the real me.”
[Chorus]
Swipe left on reality,
It’s too raw, no vanity.
Better live in fantasy,
Pixel-perfect sanity.
Hide the flaws, just play the part,
Love's a filter, not the heart.
Swipe left, forget what’s true —
Who needs real when fake will do?
[Outro]
So she swipes through endless faces,
Trading truth for digital spaces.
Till all that’s left is a memory,
Of when she still believed in honesty.
