It would be easier to be a fake doll, porcelain easily breaks
Like my cries for your mistake
I fucking wish I could put myself on display,
Without feeling dirty, and useless all for your amusement
I wish I could put myself on a shelf,
Gift wrapped and you drop it accidentally,
Leaving broken porcelain on the ground again
fuck, since when were we half friends?
I don't know but it's better than being mental
Around
You
Creating a list for why being made out of porcelain
Would be easier than living alone, around you and your stupid way of seeing the world
As a hell place
You're a fucked up maze
With all the craze
About shit
In my mouth coming out to tell you to
shut up
For once
Being made of porcelain is pretty, I won't be forced to pretend to be
And a doll can just watching awkwardly away from
Your seat, and the way you eat your own shit
(How gross)
My hair wouldn't look like moss, if it was fake,
That's what would be the start of my list about why being porcelain is better than leaving all alone,
around you, and everyone like you too
and your stupid way of seeing the world
As a hell place
You're a fucked up maze
With all the craze
About shit
In my mouth coming out to tell you to
shut up
For once
I miss, when you and me
Didn't know each other
And when, porcelain weren't so appetizing
Like my own flesh
Fuck you and your shelf
(Why did you talk to me in the first place?
You freak)
Creating a list for why being made out of porcelain
Would be easier than living alone, around you and your stupid way of seeing the world
As a hell place
You're a fucked up maze
With all the craze
About shit
In my mouth coming out to tell you to
shut up
For once
