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Keep the musical direction but replace the story with your own person, memory or occasion.
Lyrics
The alarm clock screams at 6:00 AM, a heavy weight begins again.
The backpack feels like bags of stones, in crowded halls I'm all alone.
Fluorescent lights, they sting my eyes
Behind a mask, I'm all alright
Lies, a stack of paper, ink and red
And voices spinning in my head
And it's a long way down from top, top of the grade
When the light in the room starts to flicker and fade
I'm running a race with no finish in sight
Just staring at the ceilings in the middle of the night
These, they say these are the days I'll miss
When I'm grown
But I've never felt further away from home
Equations, sheets, and history dates
The crushing pressure of the stakes
My mother asks me why I'm so quiet
But my mind is screaming in a riot
I'm drowning in the "could have beens"
While scrolling through these perfect screens
The blue light burns, the coffee's cold
I'm feeling tired, I'm feeling old
It's more than just a lack of sleep
It's a hollow place that's far too deep
I'm checking boxes, playing parts
While holding back a breaking heart
The bells keep ringing, the world's moving on
But I'm still waiting for the dawn
And it's a long way down from top of the grade
When the light in the room starts to flicker and fade
I'm running a race with no finish sight
Just staring at the ceilings in the middle of the night
They say these are the days I'll miss
When I'm grown
But I've never felt further away from homeClose the book, turn the page
Just a bird inside a cage
Maybe tomorrow the sun will break through
But tonight, I'm just trying to make it too
(Fading out) make it two,
Just make it through
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