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You click into comments with a frown on your face
Every new post you see just puts you in your place
You say they faked it all to gain some cheap applause
But your own projects only gather dust and pause
You quote your clever lines, so sharp and so cold
Yet your life stands still like a story untold
You judge every move from your keyboard's little zone
But in real life you never pick up the phone
You laugh at those who try and fail a few times
While you're stuck at home, wasting all your prime
You collect their flaws like trophies on a shelf
But your own reflection shows the state of yourself
You spend endless hours crafting words that cut like a blade
While your own dreams are slowly rotting away, unpaid
Now go on, tell me what did you create?
Criticizing every move that you hate
You comment with spite
Your world is so quiet and tight
Every word you type's a wasted shot
While your own clock is stuck on just one spot
You stay in one place
All you do is just mock the ones who race
Your life stays narrower while you tease
The mirror shows a critic who just freezes
Oh, that's you
You wake up and you scroll your news feed
Another bright post from someone you resent
Your fingers itch to tear it down right now
But your space is a cluttered, lonely little town
You type 'try harder' but you don't know the cost
You never risk a single step outside your zone
And when the day has fully risen, you're still asleep
Your calendar is blank except for self-defense
Every critique you give is just a mirror
Reflecting back the limits that you've chosen
So tell the world again how everyone's a fake
And pretend you're above the mess you didn't make
Another day goes by while you're sharpening your tongue
And your name stays absent from every ladder rung
Do you really think that you're above?
Your sharp criticism's not the same as love
You comment with spite
Your world is so quiet and tight
Your bitter words dig deeper in your chest
But you never put yourself to the test
You only complain
And the clock keeps spinning while you remain
Your bitter clicks won't matter in the end
Except to show how little you intend
Oh so true
