Click

Separated by a wall of glass
An outcast
Tryna read the words they only
Speak behind her back

She's forgotten
She feels rotten
She didn't make the plot
Cause the character's all got

Their rich friends
Who make trends
They always keep her out
Filling up her head with doubt

Exhaust my bag of tricks
Tryna find what makes them Tick
So that I can fit
My jigsaw puzzle piece in their pile of rigid bricks

But nothing clicks
Nothing clicks
Their laughter makes me sick
I'm a jigsaw puzzle piece in their pile of rigid bricks

Wasting all her waking days In hypothetical
Drama, self inflicted trauma
So fantastical

She's forgotten
She feels rotten
She didn't make the plot
Cause the character's all got

Their rich friends
Who make trends
They always keep her out
Filling up her head with doubt

Exhaust my bag of tricks
Tryna find what makes them Tick
So that I can fit
My jigsaw puzzle piece in their pile of rigid bricks

But nothing clicks
Nothing clicks
Their laughter makes me sick

I'm a jigsaw puzzle piece in their pile of rigid bricks
But nothing clicks

Yes they hate me and I hate it
They hate me but I love it
They hate me, I hate it
They hate me and I love it

Nothing clicks
Nothing clicks
Their laughter makes me sick
I'm a jigsaw puzzle piece in their pile of rigid bricks



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Karkar, Victoria Lee
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