I’m your OC, born from your throbbing pen
A leather-clad vixen, stealin’ eyes now and then
You drew me so bold, made my curves a sensation
Turned Twitter to XXX with my creation

You draw me in poses that’d snap a real spine
My heels hurt like hell, but you swear I’m divine
Fans scream, “Goddamn, she’s the queen of the feed!”
But I’m beggin’, “Yo, artist, let me wear some damn jeans!”

I’m trapped in your spotlight, my soul’s wearing thin
A pawn in your fantasies, where do I begin
I’m fightin’ to break from this depraved display
Just wanna be human, not your muse gone astray

Oh, creator, why’d you bind me this way

You keep drawing smut, just titties and thighs
But I’m cravin’ a burger, perhaps a blue sky
You slap on a tail, make me twerk it for clout
While I’m dreamin’ of Netflix, just leave the chilling out

I’m your digital siren, lightin’ up every scroll
But I’d trade all the hype for a plain, quiet soul
The comments go feral, “draw her in chains”
But I’m yearnin’ for hoodies and a walk in the rain

I’m a goddess on Twitter, but I’m dead inside
Tired of the smut, I want a normal-ass life

I’m done with the worship, the likes, and the fame
Every reply's a thirst trap, and I’m takin’ the blame
Even Elon’s a simp, retweetin’ my face
But I’m sick of the crown, I need some space

I’m your masterpiece and I’m beggin’ for peace
I'm fucking begging you please, can the horny shit cease