Do I know you? I'm sick of the confusion I'm scrolling Through your digital illusions For some truth Inside these pixelated screens Instead of you Am I seeing your highlights And curated depictions Of some high life? Take me behind all the scenes Where it's just you Where it's just you Can we be real? I'm sick of the pretending We hide ourselves and spend our lives Presenting picture-perfect versions Of us we want the world to see Don't get me wrong; I've used my share of filters But I'm so over intimacy killers Let's save our masks For the masquerade And let's just be us Do I know you? I'm sick of the confusion I'm scrolling Through your digital illusions For some truth Beyond these pixelated screens