Well, I'm 24 And yes, it seems I've hit the floor As far as You Tube 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