The First Stage of Grief (Suno)

(Verse 1) I started on Suno with a dream so bright, To make a hit song that would light up the night. Bought my first pack of credits, feeling the rush, "Next viral sensation," I whisper, hush hush. (Pre-Chorus) Stage one, denial, with every upload, "This one will trend," so boldly I crowed. But all that came back was digital silence, My musical genius met with compliance. (Chorus) Oh, Suno, Suno, where art thou fame? I've mixed, I've matched, but it’s always the same. Each song a masterpiece, lost in the scroll, Stuck in Suno’s void, never quite whole. (Verse 2) Stage two, anger, "Why not my track?" I followed the trends, didn’t I have the knack? "Is it the algorithm, or just my luck?" Perhaps it’s the audience, who gives a duck? (Bridge) Bargaining next, I plead with the screen, "Give me some signs, a like, a meme!" Maybe if I swap this chord for that, I’ll unlock the secret, get my pat on the back. (Chorus) Oh, Suno, Suno, where art thou fame? I've mixed, I've matched, but it’s always the same. Each song a masterpiece, lost in the scroll, Stuck in Suno’s void, never quite whole. (Verse 3) Depression hits, my studio’s cold, All these tunes, unsold, untold. Yet here’s my acceptance, this digital feat, Not every song’s a hit, but each one's neat. (Outro) So here I stand, in Suno’s expanse, Grateful at least, for the chance to dance. Maybe I’ll never trend or light up the charts, But in my heart, I’m a Suno star, in fits and starts. Suno, my friend, you’ve taught me grace, In every note, I find my place. Though fame is fickle, and trends are fleeting, In every beat, my heart keeps beating.