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A Simple Song

 

A Simple Song


My income will depend entirely on my declining mental health
Whether I can force myself to write is what determines all my wealth
And so I'll write a simple song and you can sing along
It's boring but it's catchy, it may suck but God it's catchy

So I'll sacrifice my skills in order to pay off my bills
The algorithm hates hard work and I don't blame them
The work that takes me hours, just sits until it sours
You can't afford to take too long when you're a sensation
So cater to your sponsor which is instant gratification

I'll sacrifice my skills in order to pay off my bills
The algorithm hates hard work and I don't blame them
The work that takes me hours, just sits until it sours
My self-worth has diminished past all possible returning
And I just have to pray that I don't end up crashing and burning

If I decide to take a break from social media, I'm dead
Because the industry has kindly put a gun against my head
And so I'll post a catchy song and you can sing along
All of my self-confidence comes down to likes and comments, so

I'll sacrifice my skills in order to pay off my bills
The algorithm hates hard work and I don't blame them
The work that takes me hours, just sits until it sours
You can't afford to take too long when you're a sensation
So cater to your sponsor which is instant gratification
My self-worth has diminished past all possible returning
And I just have to pray that I don't end up crashing and burning

And so I'll write a simple song
That's how it goes, that's how I sell
Can't help but feel like something's wrong
With this dark hole in which I fell
I'm pretty trapped within this loop
So wish me well

So I'll sacrifice my skills in order to pay off my bills
The algorithm hates hard work and I don't blame them
The work that takes me hours, just sits until it sours
You can't afford to take too long when you're a sensation
So cater to your sponsor which is instant gratification
My self-worth has diminished past all possible returning
And I just have to hope that I don't end up crashing and burning

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