There's a chime in my head
That confines me to this bed.
Ringing, “Hey little girl,
Today will be the same.”
I wonder how many times,
I've repeated these phrases.
Like where am I going?
Or what the hell is fate?
Is it really a pre-forged path?
Or another fairy tale escape?

The storm rages on,
As the girl stares beyond.
A ship that is sinking,
Full of weasels and sods.
There's no room for sharing,
Or to be open minded.
Instead your voice is lost,
In a box we're confined in.

The waves grow stronger,
Wearing down the seams.
Worrying whose side is worse,
Rather than calming the seas.
An abundance of bickering,
Yet a scarcity of repairs.
A ship forever sailing,
Fueled on internal affairs.

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Every woman and man.
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Numbers are my pride.
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If you do speak your mind,
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Everyone should trust me,
My opinion is authority.
I deserve more views,
If I'm a minority.
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And collabs galore.
If I stay generic,
I'll surely earn more.

Vile creature of the night,
Wearing a charming facade.
Surrounded by dozens,
Like moths to a flame.
They'll never understand
The truth of your game.
Your 'everlasting' kindness,
As plastic as your heart.

Cunning, vindictive, toxic,
More desire this light.
When one draws too close,
Their wings will ignite.
But one little moth
Managed to escape.
Soon they'll preach the truth,
And come to seal your fate.

Think of it all,
Let it plague you.
Embrace every feeling,
It's poisonous too.
But it's addicting,
I can't get enough.
Give me more, more...
Such a foul taste.

I'm hooked forever,
There's no escape.
An unwelcome guest,
Yet I still make their bed.
More increased the yearning,
It's stuck in my head.
I've succumbed for years,
Wallowing in this rut.