Glitch
(Vanellope is in the Fungeon)
It hadn't worked before
Today because of my annoying twitch.
They called me horrid names
Like "reject," "weirdo," "freak," "mistake" – and "glitch."
The racers broke my kart
And drove my sense of hope into a ditch.
This time I thought my plans
Would probably go off without a hitch,
But I was wrong again.
I never thought that Ralph could be a snitch.
That's why I'm locked up here
And treated like some sort of dirty witch.
I want to scream, "What's wrong
With being me? I'm more than just a glitch!"
But no-one listens here –
They walk on and ignore me when I twitch.
I think back on this day,
This crazy day when fortunes seemed to switch.
I had a friend in Ralph,
The one person who didn't call me "glitch."
I really loved his kart –
If I was being kind, I'd call it "kitsch."
He taught me how to drive
So that I was able to scratch this itch
To get out, hit the road
And maybe win a trophy, and be rich.
But then he sold me out
And crushed my hope again – the little snitch.
But then, if this game broke
Because of me, they'd throw it in a ditch.
I guess he had a point –
I'd only bring bad luck, like a Black Witch.
I wish that I could race.
I wish I could be more than just a glitch.
I wish I was happy.
That won't happen, because I'm just a glitch.
