Wishing Well Out of 200 Hell

[Verse 1]
Two hundred eyes on a masterpiece
Scroll past fast like they never see
I keep dancing in this tiny cell
Throwing pennies at a wishing well
In my room
Same cheap ring light
Same old loop
Every late night
Chasing numbers I can’t spell
Throwing secrets in a wishing well
[Pre-Chorus]
And I refresh till my heart goes numb
Little red hearts but I still feel stuck
Is it me
Is it them
Is it dumb bad luck?
Tell me
[Chorus]
I’m breaking out of this FYP view slave cage
I’m not a clip for your half-second gaze
Tired of praying to a screen that never prays back
Yeah
I’m more than your thumb on a heart attack
Wishing wells and I can’t tell
If I’m cursed or under some spell
But I’m done being your FYP view slave
Watch me walk right off your page
[Verse 2]
Every trend like a uniform
Fit myself just to feel deformed
Lip-sync words that I never felt
Just to live inside a data shelf
My best friends live in comment threads
Say “you ate” but I’m underfed
All this time that I buy and sell
For a flicker on a plastic shelf
[Pre-Chorus]
And I refresh till my hope runs dry
Little blue glow in a tired eye
Is it fate
Is it rigged
Is it one big lie?
Tell me
[Chorus]
I’m breaking out of this FYP view slave cage
I’m not a clip for your half-second gaze
Tired of praying to a screen that never prays back
Yeah
I’m more than your thumb on a heart attack
Wishing wells and I can’t tell
If I’m cursed or under some spell
But I’m done being your FYP view slave
Watch me walk right off your page
[Bridge]
Maybe the wish was never the view
Maybe the magic was singing it true
If I’ve got one shot
I’ll spend it on me
Not on that feed
[Chorus]
I’m breaking out of this FYP view slave cage
I’m not a clip for your half-second gaze
Tired of praying to a screen that never prays back
Yeah
I’m more than your thumb on a heart attack
Wishing wells and I can’t tell
If I’m lost or breaking the spell
But I’m done being your FYP view slave
Hear my name outside your page (hey!)
Yeah
I’m done being your FYP view slave
I’m the story
Not the frame

pop, Glossy uptempo pop with female vocals, bright synth stabs and tight acoustic guitar chops over a snappy four-on-the-floor groove. Verses stay minimal with muted bass and finger snaps, pre-chorus adds airy pads and rising tom fills; chorus explodes with layered gang vocals, octave doubles, and a glittery lead synth. Middle-eight drops to filtered drums and vocoder harmonies before a final, bigger chorus with extra ad-libs and stacked hooks., female vocals