Gears in my chest, wound up too tight Smile on command, sleep by the light I tick through days with practiced grace But every move’s in someone else’s place This ain’t a soul—it’s clockwork me Wound to please, but never free Hands keep turning, heart stays numb Just a perfect hum where feelings come Mirrors reflect a face I fake Every word I say’s a borrowed ache I oil the joints so no one sees The rust beneath this calm routine This ain’t a soul—it’s clockwork me Wound to please, but never free Hands keep turning, heart stays numb Just a perfect hum where feelings come They praise the rhythm, call it sane That once held wild, unmeasured fire— Now snuffed out for something quieter This ain’t a soul—it’s clockwork me Wound to please, but never free Hands keep turning, heart stays numb Just a perfect hum where feelings come But tonight the mainspring cracks in two And silence screams what I can’t undo
