porcelain

My skin is a story With marks and lines, it makes me feel weary My face is like a galaxy With spotty freckle stars and no sense of gravity But even with the good The bad feels so much stronger My inner demons, they always win And in my mind they saunter So many things that I've come to hate They line my body and caress my face I feel so frail and empty too Like a china teacup with dried out glue I am made of porcelain I'm cracking now and then It wears me down And I am made of porcelain I look okay but I am breaking down Over and over again Oh, over and over again Stretches and patches corrupt my flesh Slowly eating away any confidence that's left And I really wish I wouldn't let My appearance dictate how much I fret Because they say what's inside is what really matters But I really can't seem to ignore The parts of me that I abhor It makes me feel like I am weak and battered 'Cause I am made of porcelain Cracking now and then It wears me down And I am made of porcelain I look okay but I am breaking down Over and over again Oh, over and over again