(Opening Verse)
I sit on the quad, sun biting my back,
The world keeps spinning, I’m stuck in the cracks.
Notebook open, but the words won’t come,
Just the hum of a city that’s always undone.

(Verse 1)
They’re all talking fast, like they’ve got it made,
Chasing dreams that already feel frayed.
The coffee’s cold, the clock’s too loud,
I’m a quiet thought in a screaming crowd.

I try to blend in, try to stay small,
But the silence inside me swallows it all.
The palms don’t care, they just sway and stare,
I’m a fleeting ghost in the campus air.

(Hook)
Leftover time, what’s it worth?
Spending my days just proving my worth.
They say “you’ll get there,” but I’m not so sure,
When the future feels more like a closing door.

(Verse 2)
The student union’s packed, but I’m on the edge,
Tracing my name on a concrete ledge.
They say these years are the best you’ll know,
But it’s hard to feel it when it’s all for show.

The city’s alive, but it doesn’t feel real,
Like a movie set with nothing to feel.
I walk through the scenes, I play my part,
But it’s hard to act when you’ve lost your heart.

(Verse 3)
The laughter echoes, but it’s not for me,
Just shadows of what I thought I’d be.
The clock ticks on, relentless and cold,
A reminder that time is something you hold.

(Hook)
Leftover time, what’s it worth?
Spending my days just proving my worth.
They say “you’ll get there,” but I’m not so sure,
When the future feels more like a closing door.

(Closing Verse)
Maybe one day, I’ll look back and laugh,
At the way I stumbled through every path.
But for now, I’ll sit in this fleeting haze,
A quiet rebel in these borrowed days.

(Outro)
Leftover time, slipping away,
A silent rhythm that won’t let me stay.
They say “you’ll get there,” but I’m not so sure,
When the future feels more like a closing door.