The mobile phone
Sometimes leaves me on my own
I sit with others
And how I try
To get there attention
I just might die
We sit and stare
At the little screen
nobody talks
you know what I mean
Conversation draining
And love is waining
Because we stare
At the rectangular glare
Waking in the morning
and the first thing we do
Is pick up our phones
stare at it
Stuck like glue
Addiction to our phones
It’s clear to see
but we do it anyway
just so we can be
Dopamine fix
A tweet or a post
Mobile phones they turn
Us into a mortal ghost
Our addiction its visible
Its clear to see
Addicted to our phone
All are we!
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