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