Well, I'm 24
And yes, it seems I've hit the floor
As far as YouTube goes
At least that's what my analytics show

I wanna make money failing
But that 13 to 17 demo's bailing
Algorithms change and now I'm trailing

And I don't value this enough
When ennui sets in, it's tough
But you could call my bluff

And I've been reeling back from freelance PTSD
Previously I wasn't aware of how inadequate people could be

Everyone's making it up as they go along
Head of a fox is fine furries don't get me wrong
Stressing on why I could make you mad
Life is existence existing ain't bad

And I don't value this enough
When ennui sets in, it's tough
But you could call my bluff

I'm not hanging by a thread, repetitions in my head
Playing sad pretend
Spare me the pity though
I can't repeat it all the time
I like sad songs that rhyme