Self-Assigned Workaholic

Make, make, make

Give it all it takes

People-pleasing paradise

Doesn't come so easily

I'm sorry if my work's subpar

If it doesn't hit your bar

So I'll throw it in the tar

Goodbye

Satisfy your cravings

With all I'm creating

But if you're hungry for more

I'm sorry

This is all I can provide

Pressure building

I can't take it

If you want it

You can make it!

Make, make, make

Give it all it takes

People-pleasing paradise

Doesn't come so easily

Set the bar high

And I might get close

Or I might just fall

To a bed-ridden comatose

You expect so much from me

But none of you will ever see

How hard it is

To pump out non-stop content

So if you want it

Just make it yourself

Sorry, sorry!

I know you expected much more of me

But sadly this is all I can give!

I'm sorry if I'm not on time

If I don't come out sublime

It's just so hard to think of a rhyme

Sometimes

I just wanna make

For the sake of it

I give you everything

My blood, sweat, and tears

So please stop looking

With your stone cold stares!

Pressure building

I can't take it

If you want it

You can make it!

Make, make, make

Give it all it takes

People-pleasing paradise

Doesn't come so easily

Set the bar high

And I might get close

Or I might just fall

To a bed-ridden comatose

Make, make, make

Give you all what it takes

Nothing in this damn world

Comes without a hitch

Stare, stare, stare

At your TV screens

Waiting for the moment

That I flee the scene

You expect so much from me

But none of you will ever see

How hard it is to

Pump out non-stop content

So if you want it

I'll make it myself