I'm made of porcelain skin
And brittle bones
A broken heart
A lonely thrown
A painted glass smile
That always lasts awhile.
But when I get home
I lay on my lonely thrown
Crying away the smile
With tears of denial
I'm made of porcelain skin
And brittle bones
A broken heart
A lonely thrown
A painted glass smile
That always lasts awhile.
But when I get home
I lay on my lonely thrown
Crying away the smile
With tears of denial