This tragedy flourishes under the burnt rose that has been condemned to ashes.
Forget the beauty that was within, nothing but rotting flesh.
Porcelain Face, why don't you smile?
Do you worry you will crack?
That teat will never leave your cheek.
Porcelain Face, why so emotionless.
When have you become so cold, so heartless.
The eyeliner will never smudge, so do not worry.
I don't want your lies, the worls has become too realistic for you. You hide behind a shield.
Looking at the mirror, it fails to reflect what is true.
You heaar a symphony, I hear the noise of shattering glass.
I see the pieces fall to the floor.
Shards pierce the beauty, deep cuts cannot cleave into the procelain face you have made for yourself.
Where's your rose Porcelain Face?
Engulfed in the flames of your deceit.