One click
One box
One line
And that was all you needed

I clicked agree without reading the fine print
Buried in the language where you took what made me distinct
You said make your music
You said take your shot
You never said the platform keeps the pieces that I’ve got

You said I own the output
You said I’m in control
Then fed my taste back into systems trained on what I chose
My hooks inside your engine
My habits in your light
A clean and quiet harvest built from everything I like

You said the songs were mine
You said the future’s bright
But every clause got sharper when I read it line by line
Not the face
Not the name
Not the exact thing I made
Just the pattern of my choices and the trail my instincts laid

I didn’t even notice
I didn’t even know
How much of me was buried
In the words below the fold

Read the scroll
Read it slow
Every promise has a hole

Click okay
Hand it through
Now the system sounds like you

My taste
My touch
My tell
My stain
You learned the shape of me and called it gain

My trust
My words
My pull
My frame
You sold the mirror back and said nothing changed

Terms and conditions of my soul
Dressed like freedom
Built for control
You kept the style
You kept the voice
You made extraction look like choice

That’s what you took
That’s what you trace
A system built to study taste

Commercial rights
That sounds so clean
Like I should smile because I get to rent my dream
You changed the wording
Then you changed the frame
Funny how the safest terms are always built to shift the blame

You said responsible
You said covered
You said clear
Then suddenly the message got more slippery by the year
November said one thing
December drew a line
Now every answer sounds like legal science buying time

You call it service
You call it tools
You call it terms
I call it watching what I love get broken down to learn
I call it tracking every skip and every replayed line
Every private little weakness turned to product by design

I didn’t even notice
I didn’t even see
How much of what I handed over
Came back training me

Read the scroll
Read it slow
Every favor has a toll

Sign it once
Watch it move
Now the machine remembers you

My taste
My touch
My tell
My stain
You learned the shape of me and called it gain

My trust
My words
My pull
My frame
You sold the mirror back and said nothing changed

Terms and conditions of my soul
Dressed like freedom
Built for control
You kept the style
You kept the voice
You made extraction look like choice

That’s what you took
That’s what you trace
A system built to study taste

We built the signal
We fed the flame
A million little preferences attached to all our names
We made the archive
You made the key
Then told us all the lock was creativity

Retroactive maybe
Certain cases
What a careful way to blur familiar faces
Upload your proof
Submit your skin
Let the platform tell you where your rights begin

Non-exclusive
Perpetual
Worldwide
Sublicensable
Assignable
Neatly justified

Say it pretty
Say it soft
Say it like it isn’t theft
Say the artist keeps the window
While you walk away with what is left

One click
One box
One line
That was enough

One clause
One shift
One year
And now you know

My taste
My touch
My tell
My stain
You learned the shape of me and called it gain

My trust
My words
My pull
My frame
You sold the mirror back and said nothing changed

Terms and conditions of my soul
Dressed like freedom
Built for control
You kept the style
You kept the voice
You made extraction look like choice

That’s what you took
That’s what you trace
You call it legal
I call it what remains

One click
That was all you needed