[start] [Intro: Shimmering ambient guitars drift over pulsing bass; slow rubato tempo, sparse drums entering with brushed snare and soft ride cymbal; cinematic reverb] [Verse 1] The hallway’s a war zone, every day the same attack, They knock his books down laughing, mock everything he lacks. “Preacher’s Kid” becomes the joke, the easiest to bruise, He hides inside his perfect grades and waits until they lose. [Verse 2] But in the quiet corner where the library light falls dim, A girl with ink-stained fingers starts to notice him. She speaks in stars and numbers, a dialect he knows, And for the first time someone sees him — really sees him — so he shows. [Chorus] [Atmospheric rise: layered guitars with reverse delay, melodic bass weaving counterline beneath fragile vocals] They find each other in the shadows where no one dares to look, Trading whispered confessions like pages from a book. It feels like something sacred, a grace he shouldn’t take, So he holds it like a secret, for his own survival’s sake. For once he’s not the target, not the weird one, not the shame — He’s just a kid who’s wanted, who finally has a name. [Bridge / Verse 3] [Odd time signature drift; drums introduce polyrhythmic toms; bass leads melodic counterpoint with gentle distortion] He takes her hand in hiding, steals kisses in the stacks, Believes for just a moment he can keep this, never give it back. But beneath the fragile happiness, the fear is waiting still — The cost of feeling human is a price his world won’t let him fill. [Outro: Dream-pop fade with reverb-saturated guitars and melodic bass run ascending; tempo dissolves in rubato] For a moment he’s not broken, not an outcast or a role, He’s just a boy who’s falling, who feels almost whole. But the shadow of discovery, of judgment yet to come, Reminds him that this happiness will cost him everyone. [end]
