She sits alone in a pink chair by the window of a cafe
She sips hot tea off a tray
Every weekday
Like she's on display
But no one knows her name
People ask but she won't say
And when something deep inside her aches
One tear runs down her face
Fragile like a china doll
Skin as white as snow
Her glassy blue eyes
Follow you wherever you go
Pretty like a portrait
With paint a little cracked
If she breaks, there's no turning back
She's PORCELAIN
She stares at a vase inside a red room at the art museum
She feels with every part of her being
That she's no longer needed
Cause her love has no meaning
But no one knows her name
People ask but she won't say
And when something deep inside her aches
One tear runs down her face
Fragile like a china doll
Skin as white as snow
Her glassy blue eyes
Follow you wherever you go
Pretty like a portrait
With paint a little cracked
If she breaks, there's no turning back
She's PORCELAIN
She gazes at a frozen lake
Wishing she could skate
Fragile like a china doll
Skin as white as snow
Her glassy blue eyes
Follow you wherever you go
Pretty like a portrait
With paint a little cracked
If she breaks, there's no turning back
She's PORCELAIN
