Patch notes on my life

Описание: A song I made about World of Warcraft, or more specifically, of the time that has past and the game being a part of peoples lives the whole time, and how both the game and peoples lives have changed over the years. Half written by the AI, half written by me. Lyrics as follows.

Made my toon in the summer, dial‑up lag in the room
Box fan humming, CRT glow, smell of cheap perfume
Big brother yelling, "Pull the boss!" from the hall
While mom’s in the kitchen on the phone, talking about bills and God and it all
First mount felt like a license
First raid felt like I mattered
Loot dropped, voice chat screaming
Whole guild laughing, all scattered
Skipped prom for a dungeon, tux hung up on the door
Said, "I’ll be on by seven," stayed queued till four
Typing "brb, gotta go to class" in /g
Heart racing when that crush whispered me
Life outside small, screen so wide
Thought this world would never die

Patch notes on my life
Every update cuts a line
Friends list turning gray
Log in, but it ain’t the same
From late nights, yelling my name
To silence sitting in the frame
If this is where our worlds divide
Tell me what’s left offline

First job, night shift, clocked out, hit queue
Boss face still in my head while I’m grinding reps too
Dad texting, "Call me back," I’m mid‑pull, say I’ll wait
Next week it’s machines and beeps,
too late at the gate
Heard the news on Discord, headset halfway off
Guild chat paused on a joke, nobody typed, just dropped
Expansion dropped next morning, cinematic hit my face
Cried quiet at the logo, wiped my eyes, hit "Play"
Years pass, systems stack up, dailies drown out the lore
I’m checking meters, not the sky, chasing gear I don’t care for
Same city, different shadows, auction house feels like a mall
Random names in my party, but I don’t know them at all

Patch notes on my life
Every update cuts a line
Friends list turning gray
Log in, but it ain’t the same
From late nights, yelling my name
To silence sitting in the frame
If this is where our worlds divide
Tell me what’s left offline

Got married, got divorced, same tavern in between
She said, "You’re always somewhere else"
I was stuck inside this screen
We used to camp rare spawns like we camped at the lake
Now I just camp in my chair, wonder which one was fake
Notifications muted, but the emptiness grew loud
Old guildie posted baby pics, I just scrolled past the crowd
We used to share our secrets
Now it’s just DPS and parses
No more, "How’s your mom?" in the chat
Just schedules, slots, and targets

New patch, new continent, but my heart stayed in the past
Spine hurts, wrists ache, energy drains too fast
Queue pops; I zone into a city I don’t recognize
Reflections in the fountain, older face in my own eyes
Mom’s house got emptied, key dropped in a box
I salvaged old CDs, left the trophies and the clocks
Sat down that night in the dark, launcher lit up blue
Patch notes talking balance while my balance slipped too
Mouse over "Quit", hand shakes, cursor tracing old paths
Remembering all‑nighters, dumb jokes, terrible crafts
Typed, "Been here since vanilla, but I think I’m finally done"
Hit enter, watched it vanish in the scroll of everyone

Patch notes on my life
Every update cuts a line
Friends list turning gray
Log in, but it ain’t the same
From late nights, yelling my name
To silence sitting in the frame
If this is where our worlds divide
Tell me what’s left offline

Camera on my character,
standing on that little hill
Same place I learned to pull my weight,
learned how to sit still
Cursor finds "Logout", timer counts in red
Ten seconds to say goodbye
to the kid I used to be in my head
Screen fades, room returns
Dust, dishes, unpaid bills
Heartbeat loud in the quiet,
like a boss I’m not quite built to kill
Hands empty, room bigger,
no quest markers to show me how
I’ve cleared every raid in that world
…but what do I do now?