19:30 Sunday evening
My internet disconnects
The smell of fear, another alert
The world connects and I'm left out

Upstairs I sit here
Typing a whole heap of crap
Not knowing what I would say
If I was able to

I'd be fine
If I wasn't really here
Now I'm feeling not alone
Compared to everyone else

I am angry, it disconnected again
Not connected and I'm really somewhere
I am angry, it disconnected again

They call out, "time for dinner"
So I walk down the dreaded steps
Down to the tiny old kitchen
To eat, I need to survive

Can't you see?
That I need more good luck
I hope you feel more alone
That I will in my life

I am angry, it disconnected again
Not connected and I'm really somewhere
I am angry, it disconnected again

As I type
It shows that I am not fine
You'd tell me it's not really the end
Though your connection is crap
I am tired, please connect

Can't drive yet, no apartment
For a moment I'm "chatting"
Yeah, they're alone
But it just
Disconnected

I am angry, it disconnected again
Not connected and I'm really somewhere
I am angry, it disconnected again