Letras
Dark room lit by a dim LCD
My hands are numb from what they shouldn't be
Scrolling through faces I'll never meet
The only warmth: my hand and fading heat
Gooning to femboys on my screen
Caught in the cycle, sick and serene
Gooning to femboys on my screen
Thighs divine, but I feel unclean
I whisper in silence, DMs left on read
Searching for comfort in pixels instead
The silence cuts deeper than I ever knew
Gooning like it's therapy, just me and you
Gooning to femboys on my screen
Drowning slow in dopamine
Gooning to femboys on my screen
Cheeks like art, but I feel obscene
Felix in fishnets, framed like a dream
But dreams fade fast when the screen turns green
My soul is dry, my lotion's gone
What am I still holding on