"The Paradox of 'Monitoring' in the Digital Age: Analyzing P Beech’s YouTube Comment".

(Verse 1)
You say you’re staying, not going away,
Watching my moves like it’s your everyday.
Claim it’s for the greater good, to make them see,
But your gaze feels heavy, like it’s stalking me.
(Pre-Chorus)
You wear the mask of a noble cause,
But I see the cracks in your self-made laws.
A pastime, a service, a moral decree,
Yet the lines are blurred, who’s really free?
(Chorus)
Monitor me, if it sets you free,
But the weight of your eyes won’t break me.
Call it public service, call it what you like,
But your flashlight shines where there’s no fight.
Oh, monitor me, oh, monitor me.
(Verse 2)
Mental health checks for the online space,
A lofty idea, but it’s out of place.
You claim to see what’s real and true,
But does this mirror ever reflect on you?
(Pre-Chorus)
Casting shadows in the guise of light,
Your noble intent feels more like a fight.
A digital vigilante, a self-made saint,
But this canvas is painted with a hypocrite’s paint.
(Chorus)
Monitor me, if it sets you free,
But the weight of your eyes won’t break me.
Call it public service, call it what you like,
But your flashlight shines where there’s no fight.
Oh, monitor me, oh, monitor me.
(Bridge)
What do you gain, holding me in your sights?
Does it soothe your soul through these endless nights?
The screen’s not a mirror, it’s a veil you wear,
Hiding intentions you don’t declare.
(Chorus)
Monitor me, if it sets you free,
But the weight of your eyes won’t break me.
Call it public service, call it what you like,
But your flashlight shines where there’s no fight.
Oh, monitor me, oh, monitor me.
(Outro)
Keep watching, keep logging every move,
But remember, it’s your reflection you’ll have to prove.
Monitor me, if it helps you see,
That freedom isn’t found in captivity.