[Start]
[Genre: Cinematic Bedroom Pop, Lo-fi Indie]
[BPM: 90]
[Key: D Minor]
[Mood: Alienated, Bittersweet, Reflective]
[Language: English]
[Atmosphere: warm afternoon glow, moderate reverb, lo-fi tape hiss]

[Intro – Cold Light | lo-fi electric guitar, static hum, distant room noise]
(—click. click. click—) [scrolling sounds]
Another Friday night, yeah...
Staring at the ceiling light.

[Verse 1 – Intimate, Close-mic | sparse drum machine, deep sub-bass, dry vocal]
Scrolling through the endless feed,
Another filtered fantasy.
They say, "Just be yourself," it's such a lie,
When everyone's a star... and I'm just passing by.
This digital jungle, it's hard to find my way,
Every move I make... could be the clip of the day.

[Pre-Chorus – Building Tension | filtered piano, rising white noise, voice choking up]
They're recording every stumble, every awkward glance,
Hoping for the cringe... the viral dance.
(—heavy inhale—)
So we stand on the sidelines, afraid to even try,
'Cause a little bit of embarrassment... could make us a meme, oh why...

[Chorus – Emotional Climax | wide stereo synths, soaring strings, powerful delivery]
Is it so impossible? To find a hand to hold?
In this world of endless screens, stories left untold.
We're caught in the algorithm, designed to make us crave,
But connection's just a ghost, lost in the digital wave.
Population's falling, yeah, can't you see the signs?
When love's a viral moment... lost between the lines.

[Verse 2 – Warmer, Darker | deep bass groove, glitchy hi-hats]
Remember meeting eyes? A spark across the room?
Now it's swiping left or right, sealed by digital doom.
The apps are built for clicks, not for a genuine start,
Addiction is the goal... it tears us all apart.
We're all just pixels searching... for a human touch,
But the validation hits... we want it way too much.

[Pre-Chorus – Escalation | swelling strings, layered voices]
They're recording every fumble, every whispered plea,
Hoping for the drama, for all the world to see.
So we hide our true intentions, afraid to make a move,
'Cause a moment of rejection... could send us down the groove...

[Chorus – Maximum Energy | full orchestra, heavy distortion, belting]
Is it so impossible? To find a hand to hold?
In this world of endless screens, stories left untold.
We're caught in the algorithm, designed to make us crave,
But connection's just a ghost, lost in the digital wave.
Population's falling, yeah, can't you see the signs?
When love's a viral moment... lost between the lines.

[Bridge – Vulnerable Breakdown | felt piano only, clock ticking SFX, half-whispered]
(—clock ticking—)
We built những towers high... of Wi-Fi and of light,
But somewhere in the signal... we lost the human night.
[Vocal: trembling, unstable]
Just want to feel a pulse... a real and steady beat,
Not the manufactured drama... on every digital street.

[Final Chorus – High Intensity | [Screaming ad-libs] [massive pads, wall of sound]
Is it SO IMPOSSIBLE? To find a hand TO HOLD?
[Belting] In this world of ENDLESS SCREENS!
Stories LEFT UNTOLD!
[Vocal: voice cracking]
We're caught in the ALGORITHM!
Lost in the DIGITAL WAVE!
[Ad-lib: Primal Scream]
Can't you see the signs?
Lost between the lines!

[Outro – Soft Landing | guitar tremolo, long reverb tail, distant phone ping]
(—shaky exhale—)
Lost between the lines...
Yeah... so impossible...
(—phone locking sound—)
Just wanna find someone...

[End]
