Текст песни
System log shows the first small glitch, a dropped packet in your digital switch
We tried to defrag the drive, but the sectors were bad, corrupted and alive
The firewall you built, I couldn't breach, my desperate passcode was out of reach
Our love was a beta, a test we couldn't pass, fading like a message typed on an old monochrome glass
I see the blue screen now, the failure text, all the promises broken, what comes next?
This wasn't a sleep mode, a temporary rest, just a hard reboot that failed your every test
Your core processor ran cold, the fans spun slow, a final update that you didn't want to show
The motherboard's cracking, our fragile design, I'm trapped in the wreckage of what was mine
I scrolled through the memories, a never-ending feed, desperately planting a forgotten seed
But your RAM is depleted, your cache is all gone, it's the digital dawn of being completely alone
I'm just a background process you decided to quit, a pop-up window you refused to admit
And all of our data, our past is now cryptic, a love story filed, forever elliptical
You flipped the main breaker, no power, no light, leaving me stranded in the cold digital night
The screen is now dark, the connection severed, a future we built but could not have cleverly kept
I can feel the exit key, the panic in my chest
I know what's coming next, this is the final test
The cursor's blinking wildly, a tear falls on the track
No second chance or undo, there is no turning back
Your final word, your ultimate command
A shutdown I can't countermand
Our program's fate is sealed, the pain is all so true
I guess it's time to hit Alt+Ffour on you
I searched for a patch, a bug fix to employ, a way to restore the innocent, digital joy
But your code is proprietary, locked down and tight, no open source access to make this thing right
My heart is a hard drive with a crippling whine, corrupted forever by the failure of time
You moved to the cloud, left me in local storage, with all of our history now taking up footage
I'm checking my inbox for a final reply, a goodbye attachment, a digital cry
But all I see there is an auto-reply note, a cold, canned message that catches in my throat