My friends say I'm addicted to my phone but they don't know how many times they've put me on hold,
Me thinking that I'm only there just for show,
through my phone,
I don't want you to look into the windows of my soul,
What'll find is me being so broken and cold but until that day comes let's just grow old
What'll fine is something that my phone can't judge for,
So just let me hide through my phone.
