[Verse 1] I’m just trying to get to social studies without a scene But the hallway is a minefield of a glowing, constant screen Sixth grade is hard enough without a tripod in the hall And the older kids are filming "Fit Checks" right against the wall They’ve got the clip-on microphone, they’re hunting for a quote My face gets hot, my stomach drops, there's a bubble in my throat. [Chorus] I don’t want to be in the vlog, I just want to be small I’m just trying to survive the day in the middle school hall They’re chasing viral status, trying to make a YouTube Short While I am ducking down low, trying to just be ignored Don't put me in the thumbnail, don't edit in my name I’m just trying to get to class, I didn't join the game. [Verse 2] Today during math class, they walked right through the door Asking who would do a TikTok dance across the room floor I thought, "Maybe I can face this, maybe this is my chance" I stepped up to the front, tried to force a shaky smile But the moment that the recording started, my brain went wild My hands began to tremble, the room began to spin I hated every second of the trap that I was in. [Bridge] My heart was racing like a motor, I was shaking so bad The worst somatic terror that I think I’ve ever had My bones felt like they're breaking, like my arm was snapping through I wanted to scream out loud, I didn't know what to do I felt like I was dying, tears welling in my eye: "Please edit me out of the video, please don't let this go live." [Chorus] I don’t want to be in the vlog, I just want to be small I’m just trying to survive the day in the middle school hall They’re chasing viral status, trying to make a YouTube Short While I am ducking down low, trying to just be ignored Don't put me in the thumbnail, don't edit in my name I’m just trying to get to class, I didn't join the game. [Outro] Just let me get to the car line. Please don't point it at my face. Click... unsubscribe. Just let me go home.


