My skin is a story

With marks and lines, it makes me weary

My face is like a galaxy

Loose body, freckle stars, and no sense of graph

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 lie in 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

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

Oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh.