Verse 1 They sold us ease in monthly lines, Five dollars here, nine ninety‑nine, Every click another promise made, Every promise another chain. Screens light up with silent fees, Clouds full of things we’ll never keep, Started out as “pay your share,” Now it’s rent for the air we breathe. Pre‑Chorus Notifications stack like bills, Little charges, bigger chills, Convenience cuts in tiny ways Until the comfort fades. Chorus I’m tired of paying just to stay, Tired of renting yesterday, Nickel‑and‑dimed for peace of mind, Subscribed to things I don’t own anymore. I wanted access, not a leash, Not a lifetime just to stream, It was freedom on day one— Now it feels like a lock on the door. Verse 2 Cancel buttons play hide and seek, Seven clicks just to say “I’m leaving,” “Wait, don’t go, here’s ten percent,” Guilt wrapped up as a discount deal. They call it churn, they call it loss, We call it trying to breathe it off, Every exit treated like betrayal Instead of asking what went wrong. Pre‑Chorus 2 Value slips, the price goes up, Fresh content’s never quite enough, They chase the numbers, not the truth, And wonder why we cut it loose. Chorus I’m tired of paying just to stay, Tired of renting yesterday, Locked inside a free trial dream That wakes me up with a charge next week. I wanted choice, not fine print fear, Not “forever” every year, If I stop paying, I disappear— Tell me who’s really in control. Bridge We don’t buy, we borrow lives, Access timed and access priced, If you miss a month, it all goes dark, Even things you paid to start. Makes sense for updates, sure, okay, But razors, ink, my own damn way? Feels like owning’s out of style, So we rent ourselves a while. Verse 3 Too many tiers, too many plans, Too many bets on who I am, Will I need you six months from now? You need me locked in anyhow. Big ones scale, the small ones fall, Creators squeezed by paywalls tall, News behind a velvet rope, Echo chambers labeled “hope.” Final Chorus I’m tired of paying just to stay, Tired of renting yesterday, Every month a quiet tax On habits I can’t track. I don’t hate the things you make, I hate the deal I have to take, I wanted value, trust, and choice— Not fatigue where joy should be. Outro Maybe someday we remember how To sell what lasts, not just right now, Till then I’m counting what I own By what survives when I’m gone.
