A dead heart beating caged inside my chest
I'm alive but barely living it seems
A ghost between apparitions I float
For someone called the curtain on my dreams
My face is young and pretty, not for long
The chirping clock ticks with no sympathy
I've come of age and in mid-air I'm stuck
No shoulder to cry on when I'm lonely
There's still a spark , it's barely there I know
But it's something I'll hold on to for now
The rainbow shows only after it's rained
I'll mark my presence then I'll take a bow
A dead beating heart, beating loud and clear
I'll wipe my tears and head on to full gear
