Velvet tears and porcelain eyes

I sit on the rooftop,
under the moonlight,
watching the world go by,
My only comfort in this cold harsh world,
are the tears from my porcelain eyes.

I try to hide,
but have nowhere to go,
I need to get away from here,
Where no one knows me and no one can judge,
Me and my velvet tears.

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