Keeping my heart in a prison of lead,
I'll never be happy, never be whole.
With an empty chest and an empty bed,
And the loneliness that withers my soul.
I try so hard to keep my composure
And convince them all that I am just fine;
A lady does not want such exposure,
And so I wear a disguise all the time.
But the costume unravels in the night,
And I feel suddenly so sick and weak;
I feel the cage wrapping around me tight,
And any prospect of living looks bleak.
So I reflect on the heart I have left—
So I reflect when love leaves me bereft.