There is an underbelly 
And it’s not spoken about on the telly 
But it’s there and all
Mystified by the way it enthrall
And everyone is on their phone
Clicking feed to go back home 
But can they find what they’re looking for
And I’m just reminded of what we were
When we were on a Facebook scene
And they tell me it was just a dream
Or an obsession
As I’m forced into a confession
That I watched you there
And you think that I don’t care 
When I run and hide
But I confide 
In you that I must run
I jump at the sound of the gun
Telling me to set off
I can’t catalogue all that I’ve lost