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Concerned with our image We present and they perceive Our sense of self becomes entangled In a virtual web that we weave As our stories grow larger - grander A deeper hole gets dug Before we’re aware We’re suffocating; the light disappears from above Now the applause begins to grow We’re alone; in a spotlight on center stage You've earned the title “influencer” Making a little over minimum wage It's a sick circular cycle Of people filling each others egoic needs Each person out posting the other It's a dysfunctional identity “look at me” Like the sun peeking above the horizon Exposing what's been hidden by the dark Time too reveals the truth It's an inescapable dagger to the heart As the sun begins to set All things fade into the past The false image we’ve created Can’t last