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Porcelain Doll
I opened my mouth too soon.
I know that
you still wake up about around noon.
It's not that, I'm just
tracing figures on the window
wondering why you can still let go
like the way
you let go of me and said
"I lied about the movie.
I lied about the kiss in November.
I just wanted to see you give in.
And I lied about your perfect kiss,
perfect eyes and your perfect lips;
when I said you were my porcelain doll
because you never gave in at all."
I threw a chair across the room today.
It's not that,
I really just have a lot to say.
It's just that
I've gotten to feeling so small here lately.
What was I thinking try'n to be your lady
anyways?
And you threw me aside when you said
"I lied about the movie.
I lied about the kiss in November.
I just wanted to see you give in.
And I lied about your perfect kiss,
perfect eyes and your perfect lips;
when I said you were my porcelain doll
because you never gave in at all."
But though hearts can still bleed as it falls
I will always be a porcelain doll.
And in reply to what you said I say this
I didn't lie 'bout the movie,
didn't lie about the kiss in November.
How come you didn't know I'd never give in?
Didn't lie 'bout your perfect kiss,
perfect eyes and your perfect lips.
when you said I was your porcelain doll,
boy that's the moment that I started to--
Didn't lie 'bout the movie,
didn't lie about the kiss in November.
How come you didn't know I'd never give in?
Didn't lie 'bout your perfect kiss,
perfect eyes and your perfect lips.
when you said I was your porcelain doll,
boy that's the moment that I started to fall
You lied about the movie.
You lied about the kiss in November.
You just wanted to see me give in.
And it's not okay to say you'll miss me
when there was just one reason you'd kiss me.
After you said I was your porcelain doll,
I gave in too much and I'm about to fall.
And I'm still porcelain
I am still a porcelain doll.
So beautiful to make
but so sad when it breaks.
A porcelain heart within these broken seams
tells the story of dying daydreams.