They say my fame is silent because it depends
On being so reliant on following trends
(Give me love)

Today, my ads are rising
I'll chase this fad, surprising?
Perfectly portioned for my loving fan base

Still implying my channel is dead?
You're all the same, you're lying
Get on with the thread
(Not enough)

The algorithm's smiling
Comparing posts, subscribing
My worth is measured by the likes I'm counting

My competition's thriving
Collabing and defining
But aren't you tired of the same old faces?
Well, I can give you the solution to staleness
Just watch me and you'll see

I'm sobbing, I'm falling off
It's not enough
Look, I'm burning
I'm yearning
But can I call it love?
My views are dropping, so follow me
I'm out of luck, don't you dare look away
When I could be your idol

Behold my rise to fame
Awards and accolades
I'll put them on a frame
The world will know my name
You think the song is plain?
You think it's slop? It's lame?
'Cause I'm a flopping shame?
But I don't feel the same

Will you remember my voice
If I can cut through the noise?
Forget the comments, not a word
Think you love it? That's absurd
What good is art with a less than perfect score?

I try to believe that I'll prove myself to all of you
Stuck in a loop of self-improvement
Cause when you pay the price of selling pain for likes
Your worth is measured by the next achievement

My channel's always dying
Engagement is declining
Just tell me how to meet your expectations
I can be more than just a pale imitation
Just watch me and you'll see

I'm sorry I'm falling off
It's not enough
Undeserving, I'm hurting
I knew it all along
You're always watching me, commenting
I love your songs
I can laugh off the pain if I can just get viral

I'm sobbing, I'm falling off
It's not enough
Look, I'm burning
I'm yearning
But can I call it love?
My views are dropping, so follow me
I'm out of luck, don't you dare look away
When I could be your idol

Behold my rise to fame
Awards and accolades
I'll put them on a frame
The world will know my name
You think the song is plain?
You think it's slop? It's lame?
'Cause I'm a flopping shame?
But I don't feel the same
You know I'm such a pain
I've no one else to blame
And nothing left to say