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
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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