Tempo: 106 BPM]
[Key: F minor or G minor (dark + emotional)]
[Mood: night, phone screen glow, loneliness in a crowd]
[Style: fast dark pop / alt-pop]
[Intro – dark pop / ambient / cinematic minimal, soft notification blips]
[Verse 1]
My screen lights up the night, just like the whole damn city
Fingers on the glass, tapping thoughts out loud and gritty.
Fake profiles, usernames without a face
Creeps, old men, assholes — everyone wants a taste.
They all text me, every “hey, what’s up?”
Some are bored, some just want nudes, no love.
Too many words, too little meaning,
In the message crowd I lose my own feeling.
[Pre-Chorus]
When the convo finally starts to flow
And replies come fast, back-to-back, no slow
Suddenly a question that kills the vibe:
“How many centimeters?” or “Can you show your ass tonight?”
[Chorus]
Everyone just wants to play,
Win a trophy, blow off steam and fade.
Everybody’s chasing one short story,
Once it’s done — they’re gone, no glory.
Between emojis, letters, games
Hardly anyone here plays fair.
Everyone wants me now, right now,
I want something longer — not just one round.
[Verse 2]
Compliments, empty talk, smooth nonstop lies
“Sponsoring” or a hotel, as long as it’s hot tonight.
Some hunt like predators, others ghost away
Everyone’s thirsty, craving something every day.
When I talk about life — they switch the theme
I get blocked or left on “seen.”
Everyone wants to take, no one wants to know
It’s easier to jerk off to cam than live something real though.
[Chorus]
Everyone just wants to play,
Win a trophy, blow off steam and fade.
Everybody’s chasing one short story,
Once it’s done — they’re gone, no glory.
Between emojis, letters, games
Hardly anyone here plays fair.
Everyone wants me now, right now,
I want something longer — not just one round.
[Post-Chorus]
I don’t want to be an option, don’t want to be a game
Yet I still read the bullshit they say.
So many words, so little meaning,
Maybe in this message crowd I’ll find one real sentence.
[Bridge]
Maybe it’s not my fault
That I don’t fit this game.
Where feelings weigh too much
And honesty sounds like shame.
[Violin Solo]
[Final Chorus – Climax, Max Energy]
Everyone just wants to play,
Win a trophy, blow off steam and fade.
Everybody’s chasing one short story,
Once it’s done — they’re gone, no glory.
[Outro]
Everyone wants you just for a moment…
Tomorrow they’ll ask again: “So what’s your name?”
FurioCamillo
