[Verse 1] In the halls of social studies, where the lessons take their toll, Mrs. Rezai's stern gaze, a crimson hue that seems to toll. Books piled high, a burden, an addiction that won't let go, Disputes and tasks of a president, 45, 6, a show. [Chorus] The pages turn, the ink runs deep, In the battle of exams, we hardly sleep. [Verse 2] The school bell rings, the day begins, a cycle that never ends, The weight of knowledge, a burden that bends, the youth that it pretends. In the library's quiet, where the whispers of the books reside, A silent war wages, a struggle, a fight, a test to abide. [Chorus] The pages turn, the ink runs deep, In the battle of exams, we hardly sleep. [Bridge] But within these walls, there's a story to be told, Of dreams and aspirations, of a future bold. [Chorus] The pages turn, the ink runs deep, In the battle of exams, we hardly sleep. [Outro] As the final bell rings, a sigh of relief, a pause, A moment to breathe, before the cycle starts anew. [End]