[Verse] Concrete echoes where the lockers stood, a heartbeat thrum beneath the floodlight’s blue. No bell, no name, just wires in my veins, dancing through the silence like forgotten names. [Pre-Chorus] The walls remember what the floor won’t say— every step a ghost from yesterday. [Chorus] I’m the last one left in this hollow hall, dancing on a memory, breaking every wall. No one’s watching, but I feel so alive— the rhythm’s a wound, and the lights are my knife. I’m the last one left in this hollow hall, where the past still screams through the sound system’s call. [Verse] The projector’s broken, but the beats stay real, echoing through the empty classrooms, cold and pale. I trace the chalkboard with a trembling hand— a song I never learned, a dance I can’t understand. [Pre-Chorus] The silence screams, but I’m still here to play— a flicker in the dark, a pulse, a prayer, a sway. [Chorus] I’m the last one left in this hollow hall, dancing on a memory, breaking every wall. No one’s watching, but I feel so alive— the rhythm’s a wound, and the lights are my knife. I’m the last one left in this hollow hall, where the past still screams through the sound system’s call. [Bridge] Was I ever here? Or just a ghost on the beat? A girl in shadow, dancing with the heat. If the music stops—will I disappear? Or was I always just a pulse, a breath, a tear? [Outro] I’m the last one left in this hollow hall… still dancing… still alive… still… still… still…