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Broken Clock

The Broken Clock Still Beats is a cinematic exploration of silence, suppression, and survival. This song dives into what it feels like to exist unseen — to speak and echo back only to yourself. It captures the weight of being misunderstood, catalogued instead of known, shaped instead of heard. Through haunting imagery of dusty bookshelves, broken clocks, locked doors, and flickering hallways, the track unpacks the quiet ache of living on the surface while something deeper waits to be discovered. At its core, this is a story about endurance. Even when silenced. Even when dismissed. Even when mistaken for something small. The clock may be cracked — but it still beats. This piece moves from vulnerability to quiet defiance, reminding us that being unheard does not mean being empty. Sometimes the loudest strength is built in silence. If you’ve ever felt unseen… If you’ve ever felt like a closed book no one took the time to open… This song is for you. 🎧 Listen with headphones for full atmosphere. 💬 Let me know what line resonated most. 🖤 Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more original music. [Intro] I wanted to be heard, but I was heard from the shelf Dust on my spine, no one reaching for myself Screaming through the forest, echo answered numb Living just to breathe, but never to become I was only ever seen from the outside frame A shadow in the corner with a borrowed name [Verse 1] Shouting from the top of lungs that never filled with air Tear shed at the doorway, but nobody stood there Furloughed in the burrows, bows without a crown Not a saint, just a child always talked down They said the stars were never in my eyes Just a rope of pretty little lies Tied so tight around my throat Breathing just enough to float Bed, bath… beyond — but I stayed beyond They skimmed the surface, never swam the pond Tried to mold me like I’m clay on a wheel But never asked me how I feel [Pre-Chorus] And the forest keeps repeating All the words I never said Doors screaming on their hinges Demons pacing in my head [Chorus 2] I wanted to be heard — not just catalogued Not another dusty spine in the dark I am more than the echo in the hall More than the silence pressed against the wall If you opened up the cover you’d see There’s a wildfire living quietly in me [Verse 2] I am dust on forgotten stairs Footprints of unanswered prayers Broken clocks inside my chest Ticking off-beat with unrest Anxiety bleeding through the seams Clotting in the dead of dreams Nightmares crawl beneath the door Something breathing on the floor Claws and teeth of shame collide Rage like waterfalls I hide Bent in corners, small and tight Waiting for someone to fight [Pre-Chorus] But speaking means to be listened to And listening means to know And knowing means you’d have to stay And not just let me go [Chorus 2] I wanted to be heard — not just passed along Not a ghost humming broken songs I am more than the cracks in the town More than the girl who never made a sound If you stepped beyond the shelf you’d see The storm was never the whole of me [Verse 3] Sitting in a dusty bookshop heart Mended pages torn apart Covers closed for fear of hands Never read, never planned Oil on water — I would float Never sinking, never wrote The parts of me that bled at night Under flickering hallway light The child inside still waiting there Timid sheep, blank stare Silence clocking past her face Unnoticed in a crowded space [Bridge] What if the broken clock still beats? What if the dust still breathes? What if the noose was never fate — Just a lie I learned to believe? What if the shelf was never prison — Just protection while I grew? What if the door was never locked — Just waiting for the truth? [Verse 4] I am cracks in old cathedral light I am stars that burn at night I am rubble learning shape I am more than my escape The doors can creak — I’ll push them wide Let the demon step outside Let the forest hear me clear I was always standing here No more dust on unused stairs No more choking on old prayers No more shrinking into walls I am louder than it all (Chorus) I am heard — not from the shelf You don’t get to name my self I am fire under stone I was never just alone Open every cover wide There’s a universe inside You thought silence was my end — But I was building strength within I am heard. I am known. I was never overthrown. [Outro] If you ever took the time… You’d see the stars were mine. The broken clock still beats — And now… You hear me.