I’m not fragile
But I’m still breakable
A lot like you
In that way.
And it’s hurtful
To feel like
Everyone’s dancing but you
Even on your birthday.
I’ll be your porcelain doll
A dress on the shelf
And I’ll watch you cry
Til you don’t know yourself
And when you hold me
I’ll still feel so cold
I’ll be your porcelain doll
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