At some point, your account is just dead,
It’s hard to admit it, and man, it gets sad.
Some people get all the action there can be,
And I keep asking: why not me?
I could post the President dancing buck naked,
A world exclusive, and still never make it.
Could let the winning lottery numbers slip through,
And I still wouldn't get a single view.
But I just keep on posting away,
Into the void at the end of the day.
I got used to the quiet, it’s good to me,
This is the place where I can roam free.