My body feels like a glass castle. A slight touch to my frail skin shatters my soul.
I never seem to find peace within my mind for it damns me to eternal isolation
Always fighting the demons within my head They've become too strong.
My porceilen body can no longer take the beatings they give me. It feels too hard to fight them off. Everything inside me is just wrong.
Is there no light at the end of this tunnel? What is my life
My words no longer hold any meaning Forget my truth and my entire being For I cannot
This glass castle, my porcelain body; can no longer fight this fight. I am tired and frail And damned to cry.
Good night and good bye. My sweet porcelain doll. My body and mind must rest till morning next.