another Saturday night, stuck inside
Tempted to fire up Steam, but the feeling just ain't right
Library's lookin' long, a graveyard of past desires
Half-finished games and broken dreams, fueled by discount fires

Used to be a thrill, the hunt for the perfect deal
Clicking "add to cart," that dopamine feel
But now it's just a chore, a backlog overflow
Lost in a sea of pixels, where the hours come and go

Remember golden ages, couch co-op with a friend?
Now it's online lobbies, toxicity that won't end
Mic chat filled with rage, trolls just spittin' flames
Steam sale notifications, all whisperin' the same

"Another ten bucks, another world to explore!"
But exploration's dead, just chasing achievements for more
Lost the joy of discovery, the thrill of the unknown
Now it's just a checklist, a feeling I can't disown

Maybe it's me, maybe I'm gettin' old
But Steam's lost its magic, the stories left untold
So I close the app, a sigh escapes my lips
Maybe a walk tonight, with a book and a gentle dip

In the real world's rhythm, a world that feels alive
Instead of chasing pixels, where the hours just deprive
Of the simple pleasures, the connections we crave
Steam's a ghost in the machine, a reminder of the grave

Of the gamer I once was, eyes glued to the screen
But tonight, I'm steppin' out, for a breath of somethin' green
Yeah, Steam's lost its luster, the fire's burned out low
Time to find a new rhythm, a different kind of flow