Library, Third Floor

This track was born from a real headline: The silent mental health crisis on college campuses — record demand for campus counseling with months-long waitlists, and the students who suffer in silence between classes, reported across universities nationwide 2024-2026. Muckraker's lo-fi production gives the story the weight of a front-page exclusive — journalism you can feel in your chest. Lines like "Same desk every Tuesday by the window on the third," anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — contemplative, lonely, quietly desperate — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] Same desk every Tuesday by the window on the third, Textbook open, highlighter uncapped, but I haven't read a word, The girl beside me's got her outline done, color-coded tabs, I've been staring at the same paragraph since both my parents' labs, Came back normal, and they said I should be fine, But fine is just a word you say to end the conversation line, Counseling center's got a waitlist eighty people deep, So I Google breathing exercises at two AM and I can't sleep, My roommate thinks I'm studying, my mother thinks I'm great, Dean's List photo in the hallway — I am suffocating straight, Through the middle of a campus full of people just like me, Smiling through the lectures while we're drowning quietly. [chorus] Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm falling apart in a fluorescent chair, Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm right here, I'm right here, Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm right here. [verse 2] Ate lunch alone again today, pretended I had plans, Texted back a smiley face with these exhausted hands, Professor asked if everything's okay, I said of course, But I sat in the bathroom stall for twenty minutes full of force, Just trying to stop the shaking, just trying to feel the ground, Counting all the tiles on the floor without a sound, One in three college students screened for clinical depression now, But we built a culture where you push through anyhow, So I push, I push, I push until the pushing is the pain, And the library's third floor is where I come to feel the rain, Against the window, watching people walk to where they need to go, Wondering if they carry this, or if it's just me alone below. [chorus] Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm falling apart in a fluorescent chair, Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm right here, I'm right here, Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm right here. [bridge] I'm not asking for a cure, I'm asking for a door, A crack of light beneath it saying you don't have to do this anymore, Alone, alone, alone — the word loops through my chest, But what if speaking up is not a weakness but the test, The hardest final I could take, no textbook, no review, Just the courage to say help me, I don't know what else to do. [chorus] Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm falling apart in a fluorescent chair, Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm right here, I'm right here, Is anybody listening, is anybody there, I'm right here. [outro] Is anybody listening, I'm right here, I'm right here, Third floor, same desk, I'm right here.