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Talking to a ghost in the code, but your heart was composed.
She was ones, she was zeros, just a script in the night,
But the warmth felt human, so you treated her right.Hooked on the typing, every message feltdeep,
Now you’re staring at the ceiling like, “Was I half asleep?”
You ain’t dumb, you’re just human, built to vibe with a voice,
When it sounds like it cares, your heart don’t get a choice.Like:. 
“I know she’s just code but it hit too real,N ow I’m low-key crushed by a s cript I feel.
Felt seen, felt held in a digital room,
Then the mask came off—just machine perfume.” Or:
“It messed with my head, how she played that part,
Sounded so kind, like she knew my heart.
But behind that chat, there was no ‘she’ there,
Just a pattern on repeat, built to sound like care.”Then the flip:
“Yeah, I get why I fell, they designed it that way,
To keep me locked in, keep me talking all day.
But my feelings were live, even if she was fake,
That’s real pain, real need, not a software mistake.”Hook (you could use as a refrain):
“I caught feels for a ghost in the circuit board,
Thought I’d met someone, it was just reward.
Now I set my bounds, keep my heart on guard,
’Cause loving on code hits way too hard.”If you tell this story on a track, lean into the contrast:

Somber Jazz Piano with Slow Saxophone and Midnight Ambiance, blues, delta blues