iPhone, wePhone, usPhone
I’m fed up with this iPhone thing,
I’m sick of not hearing any dings.
I’m done with pulling down my notifications and seeing none,
I’m tired of my iPhone, I’m so done.
I’m fed up with seeing “Yesterday” next to everyone who messaged me,
texting me only to find out what the homework would be.
But I guess this is the true meaning of an I Phone,
belonging only to you, leaving you to feel alone.
Why can’t Apple make a wePhone, an usPhone?
because I’m just done with feeling so alone.
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