Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Porcelain, artist - Tonedeff. Album song Archetype, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2005
Record label: QN5
Song language: English
Porcelain |
Knowing if I could give you the sky and also the sea |
But I don’t think there’s one thing in this world that’ll make you notice me Cause you can wield that sword in any direction, you damn well please |
But you don’t understand, that my heart is in your hands |
And I’m beggin you not to squeeze |
I was ruined in the 7th grade, the pain never changed or went away |
The memory’s ingrained like it was yesterday |
They’re telling me I’m crazed, because I’ve blessed her name |
A steady gaze to sweat her frame, If life is just a play, then she was center |
stage |
I sent her letter pages on a daily basis |
That her friend’s trashed in waste bins |
So, if she asks there’s just no way to trace this |
She was reigning queen of junior high and I was faceless |
Painted bangs and bracelets, and even looked graceful in plated braces |
I hate to say this but my aim was wasted |
So, I trained my heart for 7 years while she remained in basics |
Leading the same parade of babes to places |
Swearing I held a space in her heart, yet every semester she’d vainly replace it Yet, I waited and displayed my patience |
Even offered statements of positive advice in her cases of shakey situations |
But she never associated me with hip relations |
With bated breath, I just withstood the breakage |
Like porcelain |
With my hormones racing, praying a for a date on summer vacation |
Around the time when your body is under renovation |
You know when nothing really fits? |
And the girls get bolder, and start looking for older affiliates |
I hold a silly wish in my mind that she’d willingly kiss these |
lips, but I won’t get Frisky, I get the feeling she’d diss me |
I’m stil in a risky position — itching to hit a decision |
To muster up the ambition to make the proposition |
Desperation became my religion |
The same way you envision cynics finding Jesus caged in a prison |
Visiting hours consisted of English Lit &Diction |
History quizzes on Christians to Mr. Richard Nixon |
Transfixed in her smile like the other fifty guys |
She hypnotized, Guess I’m another stickler for pretty eyes |
I minimized my obsession, never made the confession |
Even evaded her presence at our graduation procession |
It was a decision I later regretted |
Wondering what I could have said and would it have swept her away if I said it Step and Repeat and edit — my thoughts clashed |
But I regained my lost chance the very day that we crossed paths again |
I revelled in the opportunity, asked her to go dancing |
Basking in this confidence that was new to me It worked beautifully! |
A wild night became a quiet ride home |
As I broke the silence her eyes roamed |
7 years of frustration then hit her ears with abrasion |
As I laced her with my tale of lust, tears and anticipation |
Her reaction was a face of fakeness |
Told me she was flattered, but within a tone lacking any amazement |
It seemed she’d heard it all before |
I realized then, her popularity is what I wanted her for |
I tried to be strong as she hopped out the door |
But even the hardest hearts break when they’re dropped to the floor |
Like Porcelain |
Days pass and time goes on and on But, you might think my skin was strong enough |
But there’s something you don’t understand |
I’m porcelain. |
I’m porcelain |