503 Youth Temporatily Unavailable

(No cure in sight, just mirrors and fear, Whole class full of ghosts, but nobody near. We talk without speakin’, dream without sleep, Buried in code while our souls dig deep) Man, school feel like a jail with a router now... We just scrollin’, drownin', laughin' like we proud somehow. No one really talks — it’s all just posts and fake reacts, dreamin’ in pixels, thinkin’ we intact. Everything’s trends, no real connection, people disappear but stay in your mentions. Yeah, we quiet till we type too much, then delete it all... ‘cause feelin’s rough. They drilled us with tests, not with how to care, Taught us wars, but never how to share. Grades don’t heal when your soul got broke, now we smile online but we barely cope. That bell ring like routine — same walk, same mask, It’s like they prepped us for burnout, not the task. Chairs cold, air heavy, no light in the day, just screens, and noise, and somethin’ to say… but we don’t. Half these kids just tryna be seen, other half lost in a dopamine dream. We don’t pass notes, we post scars, Vape clouds in bathrooms, hide pain in bars. She ain’t okay, but she laugh too loud, he make jokes ‘bout death, crowd eats it proud. Teachers tryna hang on, barely breathin’ tired eyes — but the lesson keep repeatin’. They say "be yourself," then judge how you move, Say "speak up" — then mock when you tell your truth. We glitchin’, not lazy. We real, not broken. We quiet, but everything’s been spoken. They don’t get it — they just run the show, Lock doors, fake smiles, and we all just go. We learn more from silence than we ever did from class, ’Cause nobody listens, they just want us to pass. We ain’t dumb — just tired, done playin' the part, scrollin’ through life, tryna feel some heart. (No cure in sight, just mirrors and fear, Whole class full of ghosts, but nobody near. We talk without speakin’, dream without sleep, Buried in code while our souls dig deep)