Porcelain

Faouzia

Compositor: Faouzia Ouihya

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 am found in pieces

And then
You’re filled with regret
But soon you’ll forget
And I’m left a mess in your hands