Share your ideas and tips in the comments below, and please like and favorite. Thanks! Description: “Glitch” is an emotional song about feeling out of place, like a bug in the system that nobody sees. It talks about quiet pain, pressure to be perfect, and wondering if anyone would notice if you disappeared. Even with all the hurt, the song shows that being a “glitch” can also reveal the truth: nobody is really perfect, and our cracks make us real.
Lyrics: [Intro] Yeah… Head full of errors, heart full of hiss Life out of focus, something I missed If I fade out, would it really shift? Or stay the same… just minus one glitch [Verse 1] Wake up, same cracks in the paint, same ceiling Same four walls, no name for the feeling Cold air biting, my chest still freezing Say that I’m fine, but I know I’m deceiving Everyone flex like they know their lane I’m in the back with a low-grade pain Hands in my pockets, head full of rain Trying not to drown in a drop of shame They wrote rules, I don’t fit that script Wrong-type file in a neat-tight list I’m the bug in the code that they always skip The line in the log that they never quite fix [Pre-Chorus] And I’m tired of lying with a brave-face mask Tired of acting like I’m built to last If I vanished, would the program glitch? Or run smooth, like I didn’t exist? [Chorus] I’m a glitch in the world, out of key, out of pitch Faded in the back like static in the mix They move clean while I trip, while I slip Cracked little piece that they’ll never quite fix I’m a glitch in the scene, never part of the script Wrong type voice, wrong type kid If it all crashed, they wouldn’t know which Broken bit was me… just a nameless glitch [Verse 2] Soft voice, but the thoughts too loud, they echo Storm in my skull, every breeze feels ghetto Minutes feel heavy like they filled with metal Heartbeat tapping on a broken metronome level Late night, eyes on the old paint lines Every flake talks back like, “You’ll be fine.” I don’t trust walls, I don’t trust signs I don’t trust time when it eats my mind Keep all hurt in a locked-up file Name that thing “OK” just to fake a smile Nobody scrolls past the surface style They don’t see the crash in the background pile [Pre-Chorus] And I’m tired of calling it “just a phase” Tired of floating in a blank white haze If I flatline out of this endless script Would the scene break down… or would nothing shift? [Chorus] I’m a glitch in the world, out of key, out of pitch Faded in the back like static in the mix They move clean while I trip, while I slip Cracked little piece that they’ll never quite fix I’m a glitch in the scene, never part of the script Wrong type voice, wrong type kid If it all crashed, they wouldn’t know which Broken bit was me… just a nameless glitch [Bridge] Screen freeze when the thoughts run thick Brain on buffer, heart on glitch Breath on hold, hands go twitch Whole life feels like a missed-click switch Scroll through feeds, see light, see gold Me in the dark, same story told Torn between staying and letting go cold Still on the edge, but I still hold [Verse 3] Maybe I’m the flaw that reveals the lie Crack in the mask that they wear outside Proof that the system ain’t smooth, it’s hype Even clean code got ghosts inside If I’m just a glitch, I’m still on-screen Still one dot in a dead-white beam Maybe my break shows what it all means That perfect is fake and the hurt’s unseen I’m not healed, not bright, not pure S
