Porcelian Doll
pearljamfan-1997
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little girl, all blonde with your eyes
sitting in a conner
dead in your life
playing with the porcelain doll...
pretty features portrayed in black paint
reddest lips never able to frown
flawless pale skin, hard to the touch
this girl has never loved something so much...
except for her daddy
who' yells and screams
whos hostile outburts haunts her dreams.
who scares the monsters under her bed
and sings sweet songs til shes sleeping in bed
Now look at the doll perched on your shelf
slouched and dirty,
black featuures smudged
pretty red lips cracked and worn
and the flawless skin chipped and cold...
you look back to the last day
she threw down her porcelain doll
and stalked away
her rebelious smile
lost in time
as you drift off into thoughts...
'shelooks like her mother but her personality is mine'
you break down and begin to cry
dont throw this porcelian treasure
like you did the vase
dont llet it break
like you did her
a fragile hard self
shattered to pieces so sharp
theycut threw skin...
whats left remains in the porcelain doll
its more than whats left in her
you betrayed her, you did
let her fall down that hole
little girl, perfect and crisp
her face plainly marked with innocence...
and because of you
it fades into
the last picture in your head...
of your beloved daughter, now dead.
the last spark of life you ran out of her,
black hair down her back
red lips bleeding harsh profanities
and eyes...
dead eyes...
of a porcelain doll...
black makeup smudged away...
sorrowful tears the wiped away
the pale perfection of the porcelain doll.
sitting in a conner
dead in your life
playing with the porcelain doll...
pretty features portrayed in black paint
reddest lips never able to frown
flawless pale skin, hard to the touch
this girl has never loved something so much...
except for her daddy
who' yells and screams
whos hostile outburts haunts her dreams.
who scares the monsters under her bed
and sings sweet songs til shes sleeping in bed
Now look at the doll perched on your shelf
slouched and dirty,
black featuures smudged
pretty red lips cracked and worn
and the flawless skin chipped and cold...
you look back to the last day
she threw down her porcelain doll
and stalked away
her rebelious smile
lost in time
as you drift off into thoughts...
'shelooks like her mother but her personality is mine'
you break down and begin to cry
dont throw this porcelian treasure
like you did the vase
dont llet it break
like you did her
a fragile hard self
shattered to pieces so sharp
theycut threw skin...
whats left remains in the porcelain doll
its more than whats left in her
you betrayed her, you did
let her fall down that hole
little girl, perfect and crisp
her face plainly marked with innocence...
and because of you
it fades into
the last picture in your head...
of your beloved daughter, now dead.
the last spark of life you ran out of her,
black hair down her back
red lips bleeding harsh profanities
and eyes...
dead eyes...
of a porcelain doll...
black makeup smudged away...
sorrowful tears the wiped away
the pale perfection of the porcelain doll.
“I told you from the start just how this would end. When I get what I want, I never want it again.” — Courtney Love
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
“If he doesn’t treat you like a princess, then he doesn’t deserve to be your prince.” — Unknown
“And we’ll move on and go our separate ways. Just know, I’ll miss you everyday, but things just aren’t the same.” — Unknown
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Yes, I agree. Powerful, emotional, and chilling
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