See the hairline cracks in her porcelain skin
The little dimples and dents
In her cheeks and chin
An angel's kiss placed right above her lip
Watching everyone walk by
From the shelf she sits
Subtle blue eyes, rosy red cheeks
Perfect teeth hidden behind a
Perfect smile not to speak
As she sits still in silence
Blinded by heavy eyelids
Watching the world go by atop her shelf
Never to be held - she wasn't made for play
Only for display - if she ever fell, she'd break
Then she'd be worthless to collectors
And merchants that would only do the same
And neglect her perfection in the same way
Her fingernails painted a beautiful red
Gorgeous brown locks
Pouring from her head
With disdain growing behind pained eyes
Wishing someone else was the prize instead
In all her perfection
She's not to be messed with
When deep down she wants to be touched
She wants to be hugged - she wants to be loved
But no one will play with her
For fear of breaking her
So high on the shelf she remains
That is her place for the rest of her days
With her long distance gaze
And pretty white gown
Only to collect dust
In the corners of her mouth
And weigh that smile to a frown
See the smudges and scratches
On her porcelain skin
Inviting blue eyes
Accompanied by reluctance to even let you in
Long eyelashes like bars on a gate
Watching everyone walk by
From the shelf she waits
Observing and learning
That the world isn't safe
Played with a couple times
Acquired some cuts and scrapes
Made for display
Amazed she's yet to break
But her shelf isn't that high
Only about eye level where they set her
It still comes as a big surprise
When she doesn't break
When she falls to the dresser
But most dolls would probably
Crack from the pressure
But not her
She may lose a piece or two but
They just glue her back together
She's never the same though
Her face and frame look the same
But something's changed
Inside her eyes is something painful
And that's why she'll play but isn't always playful
That's why she'll play but isn't always graceful
Sitting awkward on a shelf for a long time
Does have a disadvantage
It has the potential to cause damage
And throw one off balance
So she sits slanted
Watching the world in worry
Knowing that she'll never understand it
SinsHere - Porcelain Dolls Lyrics
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See the hairline cracks in her porcelain skin
The little dimples and dents
In her cheeks and chin
An angel's kiss placed right above her lip
Watching everyone walk by
From the shelf she sits
Subtle blue eyes, rosy red cheeks
Perfect teeth hidden behind a
Perfect smile not to speak
As she sits still in silence
Blinded by heavy eyelids
Watching the world go by atop her shelf
Never to be held - she wasn't made for play
Only for display - if she ever fell, she'd break
Then she'd be worthless to collectors
And merchants that would only do the same
And neglect her perfection in the same way
Her fingernails painted a beautiful red
Gorgeous brown locks
Pouring from her head
With disdain growing behind pained eyes
Wishing someone else was the prize instead
In all her perfection
She's not to be messed with
When deep down she wants to be touched
She wants to be hugged - she wants to be loved
But no one will play with her
For fear of breaking her
So high on the shelf she remains
That is her place for the rest of her days
With her long distance gaze
And pretty white gown
Only to collect dust
In the corners of her mouth
And weigh that smile to a frown
See the smudges and scratches
On her porcelain skin
Inviting blue eyes
Accompanied by reluctance to even let you in
Long eyelashes like bars on a gate
Watching everyone walk by
From the shelf she waits
Observing and learning
That the world isn't safe
Played with a couple times
Acquired some cuts and scrapes
Made for display
Amazed she's yet to break
But her shelf isn't that high
Only about eye level where they set her
It still comes as a big surprise
When she doesn't break
When she falls to the dresser
But most dolls would probably
Crack from the pressure
But not her
She may lose a piece or two but
They just glue her back together
She's never the same though
Her face and frame look the same
But something's changed
Inside her eyes is something painful
And that's why she'll play but isn't always playful
That's why she'll play but isn't always graceful
Sitting awkward on a shelf for a long time
Does have a disadvantage
It has the potential to cause damage
And throw one off balance
So she sits slanted
Watching the world in worry
Knowing that she'll never understand it
The little dimples and dents
In her cheeks and chin
An angel's kiss placed right above her lip
Watching everyone walk by
From the shelf she sits
Subtle blue eyes, rosy red cheeks
Perfect teeth hidden behind a
Perfect smile not to speak
As she sits still in silence
Blinded by heavy eyelids
Watching the world go by atop her shelf
Never to be held - she wasn't made for play
Only for display - if she ever fell, she'd break
Then she'd be worthless to collectors
And merchants that would only do the same
And neglect her perfection in the same way
Her fingernails painted a beautiful red
Gorgeous brown locks
Pouring from her head
With disdain growing behind pained eyes
Wishing someone else was the prize instead
In all her perfection
She's not to be messed with
When deep down she wants to be touched
She wants to be hugged - she wants to be loved
But no one will play with her
For fear of breaking her
So high on the shelf she remains
That is her place for the rest of her days
With her long distance gaze
And pretty white gown
Only to collect dust
In the corners of her mouth
And weigh that smile to a frown
See the smudges and scratches
On her porcelain skin
Inviting blue eyes
Accompanied by reluctance to even let you in
Long eyelashes like bars on a gate
Watching everyone walk by
From the shelf she waits
Observing and learning
That the world isn't safe
Played with a couple times
Acquired some cuts and scrapes
Made for display
Amazed she's yet to break
But her shelf isn't that high
Only about eye level where they set her
It still comes as a big surprise
When she doesn't break
When she falls to the dresser
But most dolls would probably
Crack from the pressure
But not her
She may lose a piece or two but
They just glue her back together
She's never the same though
Her face and frame look the same
But something's changed
Inside her eyes is something painful
And that's why she'll play but isn't always playful
That's why she'll play but isn't always graceful
Sitting awkward on a shelf for a long time
Does have a disadvantage
It has the potential to cause damage
And throw one off balance
So she sits slanted
Watching the world in worry
Knowing that she'll never understand it
Writer: S. MacDonald
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid