[Intro]

Verse 1

I’m cleaning out my contacts, like a closet in the spring

“Just clutter,” I say, but it doesn’t mean a thing

We barely even talk now, that’s the line I lean into

Just a quiet little edit—nothing aimed at you

But your voice gets louder every time I scroll

Like you’re living in my pocket, rent-free in control

Pre-Chorus

I’ll call it “space,” say I’m protecting peace

But peace don’t argue back or post ten times a week

Hook

Lie to me, lie to me

Say it’s not what everybody sees

Call it “space,” call it “peace,” call it anything but me

Lie to me, lie to me

Say it’s just my energy

But if it’s not personal, then why’s it centered on me?

Verse 2

You post like it’s opening night, every hour a show

Every thought a headline, every mood a blow

“Look at me, agree with me, validate my take”

The world’s a mirror just for your reflection’s sake

OMG—engage me? Did you just—

Turn another comment into something about “us”?

Every thread a lecture, every post a throne

Talking like you’ve studied what you barely know

Point fingers outward, never looking in

Blame the system, the news, or them

Sound enlightened, polished, well-informed

But it reads like confidence never been worn

Pre-Chorus

I’ll say “we grew apart,” say “it’s just the feed”

But it’s hard to look away from what’s built to make you see

Hook

Lie to me, lie to me

Say it’s not what everybody sees

Call it “growth,” call it “health,” call it what I need

Lie to me, lie to me

Wrap it up in honesty

But if it’s not personal, why’s it personal to me?

Bridge

(Back & Forth)

It’s not personal — you just post a lot

(Then why does every post feel like a shot?)

It’s not personal — just opinions online

(Then why’s your truth always louder than mine?)

It’s not personal — I just don’t engage

(Then why’d I feel called out on every page?)

It’s not personal — I’m just curating space

(Then why’s there tension every time I see your face?)

Breakdown

Say it’s the volume, say it’s the tone

Say it’s the way you turn facts to stone

Say it’s the spotlight, say it’s the need

Say it’s the constant demand to be seen

Say it’s the politics filling up the room

Say it’s the certainty leaving no room to move

Say it’s exhausting, say it’s too much

Say it’s a feed I just don’t want to touch

Final Hook

Lie to me, lie to me

Make it sound like it’s not me

Like it’s random, like it’s nothing, like it’s just the feed

Lie to me, lie to me

Say it casually

But if it’s not personal… why’s it all about me?I’ll call it “space,” keep it easy, keep it light

But truth don’t whisper—it’s loud when it’s right

It’s not personal… that’s the line I defend

But we both know exactly why I hit unfriend