Facebook, Twitter, Texting all day long,

God help me if my signal isn't strong,

Quite sad I guess, but I know that it is true,

It's often just the way I can communicate with you.

 

Behind technology I can always hide,

If I can't get out the door because I'm trapped inside,

Some days it's true and I know it very well,

My bedroom is nothing but a prison cell.

 

I can go and find myself a new world "online"

The cyberworld can somehow be my lifeline,

That line that seems to help me to connect,

When my head is saying I should just forget.

 

It helps me try and helps me understand,

Why my life hasn't quite gone to plan ,

I've realised the answers I have to find

Don't live in technology I try to hide behind.