Death of No. 2

(Verse 1) Amidst the silence, a storm brewing inside, A tale of struggle, where truth may hide. In the hush of the classroom, tension fills the air, But what lies beneath the surface, few are aware. (Pre-Chorus 1) In the heat of the moment, as the battle unfolds, A silent scream echoes, as my story's untold. (Chorus) As the walls close in, and darkness overtakes, It's not a heart that breaks, but a pencil's stakes. In the crucible of trials, a subtle ache, As the world collapses, my pencil breaks. (Verse 2) Words etched in lead, a battleground unseen, The weight of expectations, the pressure keen. But as the battle rages, and hopes start to sway, It's not the soul that fractures, but graphite's dismay. (Pre-Chorus 2) As the pressure mounts higher, in the depths of despair, A silent cry lingers, in the cold classroom air. (Chorus) As the walls close in, and darkness overtakes, It's not a heart that breaks, but a pencil's stakes. In the crucible of trials, a subtle ache, As the world collapses, my pencil breaks. (Bridge) A symphony of chaos, in the test's cruel design, Yet in the midst of turmoil, solace I find. For in the simple act, of a pencil's demise, Lies the truth of struggle, hidden in disguise. (Chorus) As the walls close in, and darkness overtakes, It's not a heart that breaks, but a pencil's stakes. In the crucible of trials, a subtle ache, As the world collapses, my pencil breaks.