[Intro – faint café noise fading, static hum, soft breeze] [lighter flicks, slow inhale] ただ... ただ…五分だけ。 Just five minutes. [Verse 1 – lo-fi beat with detuned synth pad, tape flutter, weary delivery] Uniform pressed, smile rehearsed, every “yes” costs another breath. Hands smell like lemon soap, but my mind still reeks of smoke. [Pre-Chorus – glitchy reverb swells, glass clinks] The clock forgets my name, but the ash remembers. mmmhhh [deep inhale, faint static crackle] [Chorus – Melancholic, honest, reverb-drenched vocals] Off the clock, off the stage, drop the smile, feel the rage. 誰もいない、誰も見てない, just a girl with tired eyes. Behind the frills, somebody dies— 毎日、毎日、every single day. [Instrumental Interlude – drifting glitch ambience, distorted maid bell samples, heartbeat rhythm fading in] [a quiet inhale, exhale — then silence before next beat] [Shift– whispered repetition, robotic echo processing built to tonal shift] はい…はい…はい… ご主人様…見てますか？ [voice glitches, becomes metallic] I’m still here… serving the air. [Tempo increases] [Verse 2 – increased tempo, louder, forced cuteness; glitch percussion returns] Uniform back on, flash that fake smile, YES SIR! On the way, of course! ご主人様、お役に立ちましょう！ はい はい はい はい! [Chorus – Melancholic, honest, reverb-drenched vocals] On the clock, on the stage, hold the smile, feel the rage. 皆ここにいる、皆私を見ている just a girl with forced eyes. [slow down] Behind the frills, somebody dies— 毎日、毎日、every single day. [Tempo slows down] [Breakdown – sparse, disturbed music box, slow and warped. starting with a tired groan] Ugh... Who am I smiling for? 空っぽの部屋。 Empty tables, empty chairs. They left hours ago but I’m still— はい、ご主人様… [voice cracks] ...to no one. [Verse 3 – return to slow lo-fi, darker, more detached] Back outside, another cigarette. The third? The fourth? Fuck I forget. Stars don't give one if I exist, neither does the morning shift. Ash falls like my thoughts— gone before they’re caught. [Pre-Chorus Reprise – hollow, echo-heavy, slowed rhythm] The clock forgot my name, the ash forgets me too. Even I forget sometimes... what I’m supposed to do. [Final Chorus – slow, existential, fading energy] Off the clock, off the world, nobody’s daughter, nobody’s girl. 誰もいない、誰も... A uniform with stitched-on eyes. Behind the frills, no one inside— 毎日、毎日... why? [Outro – cigarette burn sounds, distant clock ticking, music dissolves to static] [soft exhale] [muttered to herself] ただ黙ってろ... Five minutes over. [lighter clicks, footsteps fade] [door opens, cheerful music box tries to play but stutters, dies] ...はい。 [silence]
