Rotten Apples
Rotten apples, please
Again my friends stayed inside
Old fun, such a tease
Lost online, my words denied
Wind, sun, waves, and sights
Only seen on instagram
Running, flying kites
Profiles are real scams
Fake obligations in hand
"Likes" to impress peers
I'd change the thing that changed them
No smartphones, no fears
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