Lyric

[Verse 1]

Another morning, just the same

Same voices call the same old name

The desk remembers where I sit

No one asks, no one forgets

The windows blink a pastel hue

Too perfect to be passing through

And every smile, too neatly worn

Like uniforms that don’t get torn

[Pre-Chorus]

We raise our hands in echoed light

The answers always feel too right

[Chorus]

We live in uniformed illusions

Where time forgets to flow

The chalk has long stopped writing

But lessons still repeat their glow

We laugh, we play, we almost feel

Then reset — again — as if it's real

[Instrumental Break 1]

[Verse 2]

Each lunch break tastes of memory

Reheated scenes in symmetry

Our secrets whispered through closed doors

All heard before, and played once more

Every goodbye gets overwritten

We repeat what we don’t feel

Our stories have no consequence

Just loops that press, then disappear

[Pre-Chorus 2]

A flower blooms in cardboard air

It never wilts, it goes nowhere

[Chorus 2]

We dance in fixed formations

Designed to look like dreams

The hallway echoes laughter

That’s louder than it seems

We bloom but never leave the frame

Forever young, yet never named

[Bridge]

“Third period now begins...”

(A voice with no face, just rewinded skin)

I look outside — the sun still there

It hasn’t moved in half a year

[Instrumental Break 2]

[Final Chorus]

We live in uniformed illusions

In days we never chose

Our youth preserved in crystal code

Where nothing ever grows

We love, we cry, we fade on cue

Programmed to feel — and not ask who

[Outro – Whispered, fading stereo]

(Was there ever graduation?)