Prompt:

Trying to Help A Preview Advisor Pop Anthem Verse 1 The doors swing open, here they come, New Gators ready for what's to come. Got a smile on my face and a plan in my hand, Trying to help them understand. Before I've even said hello, They tell me everything they know. "My cousin said..." "My friend got through..." "That's not what Reddit told me to do." Pre-Chorus I didn't make the rules today, I'm just trying to show the way. But somehow I'm the final stop, For every problem that lands on top. Chorus I'm trying to help, that's all I do, Guide you through what you've got to get through. I'm not the villain in your story, I'm the one fighting for your future's glory. When the answers aren't the ones you want, And the road ahead feels steep, I'm trying to help, trying to help, Even when it's hard to see. Verse 2 One wants every class on Tuesday, Another wants to graduate by May. One insists their transfer credit counts, Before we even check the amount. Then comes the schedule conversation, The source of half the frustration. "Why'd you put me in this class?" they say, Like I built their schedule yesterday. I explain how registration goes, Reserved seats and how enrollment flows. But somehow when the dust is through, The schedule's still my fault to you. Pre-Chorus I know you're stressed, I know you're scared, I know this future feels unprepared. But before you blame me for your queue, I didn't pick those classes for you. Chorus I'm trying to help, that's all I do, Guide you through what you've got to get through. I'm not the villain in your story, I'm the one fighting for your future's glory. When the answers aren't the ones you want, And the road ahead feels steep, You think I built your whole schedule— I didn't even choose your seat. I'm trying to help, trying to help, Even when it's hard to see. Verse 3 "Will my dorm room face the sun?" "Can I move this class by one?" "Will my professor know my name?" "Can I park right by the game?" A chemistry class across the street Becomes a crisis I repeat. While I'm talking graduation plans, They're worried about a ten-minute span. Questions flying left and right, Keeping everyone up at night. While they're focused on the little things, I'm trying to help with bigger dreams. Pre-Chorus You're worried 'bout the things you'll forget, The things that haven't happened yet. College isn't won or lost today, By where you park or where you stay. Bridge The holds, the forms, the missing scores, The student standing at my door. The rumor somebody heard somewhere, That somehow becomes my burden to bear. "Another advisor told me this..." "No, my roommate swears it's this..." Everyone's an expert too, Until it's time to see it through. Then years from now they'll write and say, "Thanks for helping me find my way." And every challenge, every fight, Feels a little more worthwhile tonight. Final Chorus I'm trying to help, that's all I do, Helping turn confusion into something true. And years from now you might remember, Not the schedule or the date in September. Not the parking pass, not the room, Not the class you wanted moved. But someone cared enough to say, "Here's the path—let's find your way." When everybody's got advice, And everybody thinks they're right, I'll still be here, doing what I do, Trying to help, trying to help you. Outro Another Preview, another crew, Another hundred dreams coming through. The questions change, but the mission stays true— I'm not here to fight you. I'm not here to tell you "no" for fun, Or keep you from what you want to do. I'm here because I believe in you... Even when you don't believe me, too. Welcome to Preview.