“porcelain”

It hurts me to say this
But it hurts me more to stay
My fingers are bleeding from picking up pieces you made of me

I can’t let you in
My delicate skin is far too thin-

Porcelain

And your blade is sharp
You take it too far
It’s just who you are-

Cold cement

And you can’t resist with your iron fist
You come crashing down ’til I’m found

in pieces and then

You’re filled with regret, but soon, you’ll forget

And I’m left a mess in your hands

– play the sound of the piece-

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